Only (feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown)

Yo

Never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake

On my life, man, fuck's sake

If I did, I'd ménage 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 duct tape

Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake

Worry-worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight

Th-these girls are my sons, Jo-Jon & 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 a update

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

Fu-fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is, ri-ring finger where the rock is

The-these hoes couldn't test me, even if their name was Pop Quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck wit, ma-ma-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 seasoning

And tell 'em bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

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

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, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"

We had just come from that video

You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, low-key it may be high-key

I been peeped that you like me, you know?

Who the f- 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 that 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 bad-ass 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

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy)

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

I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up

If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up

Whoever is hittin', ain't hittin' it right

'Cause she act like she need dick in her life

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

I piss greatness, like goldish 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? 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, masked up, they got smaller guns

Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms

This shit is crazy, my nigga

I mean brazy, my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga

Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my nigga

Lookin' for reals, if you mouth off I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off

Nigga, now you see me, nigga, 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"

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 (Young Mula, baby!)

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