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

Yo, I 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 setup for a punchline on duct tape

Worried 'bout if my butt fake, worried about y'all ****, us straight

These girls are my sons, Jon & Kate Plus 8

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

Fuck-fuck with them real **** who don't tell **** 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 their last name is Cutlet

Let it soak in, like seasonin'

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

Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothin' but real **** only

Bad bitches only

Rich **** only

Independent bitches only

Boss **** only

Thick bitches only

I got my real **** 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, "Goddam, this is the perfect time"

We had just come from that video

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

She was sittin' 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 fuck you really want to be but 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 wit' you

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

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

Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck wit' you

The NBA players fuck wit' you

The bad ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck wit' you, ah

That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it

And Nicki, if you ever trying to fuck, just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothin' but real **** only

Bad bitches only

Rich **** only

Independent bitches only

Boss **** only

Thick bitches only

I got my real **** 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 storyteller

I piss greatness like gold is yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I'm from Holly Grove, the holy Mecca

Calendar 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 waved

They better not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don't have my money, take mother's instead

You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth

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

I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' the 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 shit is crazy, my ****

I mean brazy, my ****, that money talk

I just rephrase it, my ****, blood gang take the B out

Behavior, my ****, for reals

If you mouth off, I'll 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

Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber

Seventeen Ward bully with seventeen 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

Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothin' but real **** only

Bad bitches only

Rich **** only

Independent bitches only

Boss **** only

Thick bitches only

I got my real **** here by my side

Only