Chris Brown - Only lyrics

[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:] Yo, I never f**ed Wayne, I never f**ed Drake On my life, man, f**'s sake If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my a** like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape Worried 'bout if my bu*t fake Worry 'bout ya'll n***as, us straight These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a f** if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a up-date Hut hut one, hut hut two, big titties, big bu*t too f** with them real n***as who don't tell n***as what they up to Had to show b**hes where the top is, ring finger where the rock is Dez hoes couldn't test me even if they name was pop quiz Bad b**hes who I f** with', mad b**hes we don't f** with' I don't f** with' them chickens unless they last name is cut let Let it soak in like seasoning And tell them b**hes, 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 b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only [Verse 2 - Drake:] I never f**ed 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 bu*t But I was still staring at the titties though Yea, low key or maybe 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 sh** quietly I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree Yea, that's right, I like my girls BBW, yea Type to wanna s** 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 Claire Huxtable Oh, yea, you the man in the city when the mayor f** with you The NBA players f** with you The bad a** b**hes doing makeup and hair f** with you Oh, that's cause I believe in something, I stand for it And Nicki if you ever try to f** Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, aye) [Hook] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only [Verse 3 - Lil' Wayne:] I never f**ed Nicki and that's f**ed up If I did f** she'd be f**ed up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right Cause she act like she need dick in her life But 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 Calendar say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girlfriend would beat a b**h up if she waved They bet not f** 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 swallow the truth Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin I'm talkin' bout running 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 sh** is crazy, my n***a I been praising, my n***a That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n***a Blood gang take the B off behavior, my n***a For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, n***a Now you see me, n***a, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles 16 in the 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] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad b**hes in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real n***as only, bad b**hes only Rich n***as only, independent b**hes only Boss n***as only, thick b**hes only I got my real n***as here by my side, only