Only (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj/Drake/Lil Wayne/Chris Brown

Composed by：Henry Walte

Yo I never f**ked Wayne

I never f**ked Drake

All my life man f**k's sake

If I did I did a menage with em

And let em eat my a** 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 duct tape

Worried bout if my butt's fake

Worried about John's singing us Drake

These girls are my sons

John and Kate plus eight

When I walk in sit up straight

I don't give a f**k if I was late

Dealing with my man on a G5

Is my idea of an update

Hut one hut two

Big bitties big butt too

F**k with them real niggas

Who don't tell niggas what they up to

Had to show b**ches where the top is

Ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn't test me even

If the name was pop quiz

Bad b**ches who I f**k with

Mad niggas we don't f**k with

I don't f**k with them chickens unless

They last name was cutlet

Let it soak in like seasoning

And tell em blow me

Blow me Lance Stephenson

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of july

Nothing but bad b**ches in here tonight

Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad b**ches only

Richest niggas only

Independent b**ches only

Boss niggas only

Thick b**ches only

I got my real niggas here by my side only

I never f**ked Nicki

Cause she got a man

But when that's over

Then I'm the first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought god d**n

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 f**k you really

Wanna be with besides me

I mean it doesn't take much

For us to do this sh*t quietly I mean

She say I'm obsessed

With thick women and I agree

That's right I like my girls BBW yeah

Type to wanna suck you dry

And then eat some lunch with you

So thick that everyone else

In the room is so uncomfortable

A** on Houston Texas

But the face look just like Claire Huxtable

Oh yeah you the man in the city

When the mayor f**k with you

The NBA players f**k with you

The bad a** b**ches doing makeup

And hair f**k with you

Oh that's cause I believe in something

Not staying for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna f**k

Just give me the heads up

So I can plan for it

Raise your bottle

And cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of july

Nothing but bad b**ches in here tonight

Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad b**ches only

Richest niggas only

Independent b**ches only

Boss niggas only

Thick b**ches only

I got my real niggas here by my side only

I never f**ked Nicki

And that's f**ked up

If I did f**k she'd be f**ked up

Whoever is hitting ain't hitting it right

Cause she acting like

She need dick in her life

That's another story

I'm no story teller

I piss greatness like gold and jello

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Holly Groove

The holy Mecca

I got money for days

I squirm and I shake

But I'm stuck in my ways

My girl from we beed if she wave

Baby and I f**ked

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 hickups

You swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp boy

Beef eat like sirloin

I'm talking bout running in houses

With arm and guns

So think about your son

And daughter rooms

Got too much they got smaller guns

Ain't thinking 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

I'll behave ya

I'm for reals

If you mouth off

I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop

Take your face 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 with 17 bullets

My story is how I went from poor me

To police pour me a drink

And celebrate with me

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of july

Nothing but bad b**ches in here tonight

Oh if you lame

And you know it be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only

Bad b**ches only

Richest niggas only

Independent b**ches only

Boss niggas only thick b**ches only

I got my real niggas here by my side only