ONLY FEAT. DRAKE，LIL WAYNE & CHRIS BROWN

●Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, ●fuck 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 duct tape ●Worried 'bout if my butt's fake Worry 'bout yall niggas, us straight ●These girls are my sons, John 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 update ●Hut one, hut two, big titties, 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 seasoning And tell 'em, tell 'em 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 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 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 try to fuck 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 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 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 Holly Groove, 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 Raise your 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