LYRIC

[Verse 1:Nicki Minaj]

Yo,I never fucked Wayne,I never fucked Drake

On my life,man,fuck's sake.

If I did I menage with 'em and

let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake

My man full,he just ate,

I don't duck nobody but tape

Yeah

That was a set up for

a punchline on a duct tape

Worry 'bout if my butt's fake

Worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight

These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight

When I walk in, sit up straight,

I don't give a fuck if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an up date

Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big bitties, big butt too

Fuck with them real niggas

who don't tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is,

ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn't test me even

if their name was pop quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck with

mad bitches we don't fuck with

I don't fuck with them chickens

unless they last name is cutlet

Let it soak in like seasonin'

And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]

I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man

But when that's over then I'm first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought god damn, this is the perfect time

We had just come from that video

You know la traffic, how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, lowkey it may be high key

I been peeped that you like me, you know

Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly

I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree

Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls bbw, yeah

Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you

Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you

The nba players fuck with you

The badass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you

Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck

Just give me the heads-up so I can plan for it

[Hook: Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up

If I did fuck she'd be fucked up

Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right

Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life

That's another story, I'm no story teller

I piss greatness like gold is yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca

Calender say I got money for days

I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways

My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave

They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don't have my money? I take mothers instead

You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin

I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army guns

So think about your son and daughter rooms

Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns

Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms

This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga

Blood gang take the B out behavior, my nigga

Fucking for reals if you mouth off I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off

Now you see me, now you don't

Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles

16 in a clip, one in the chamber

17 Ward bully with 17 bullets

My story is how I went from "poor me"

To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"

[Hook: Chris Brown]

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

Lil' Wayne, Chris Brown - Only - lyrics


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