Serban Ghenea - 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 ménage 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 setup for a punchline on duct tape Worried 'bout if my bu*t fake, worry 'bout y'all n***as, us straight These girls are my sons, John & 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 update 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 These hoes couldn't test me, even if their 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 Cutlet 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 Yeah, lowkey or maybe highkey 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 Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW, yeah Type that 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 Clair Huxtable Oh, yeah, 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 tryna f** just give me the heads-up So I can plan for it (Pinkprint, aye) [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 3: Lil Wayne] I never f**ed Nick' 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 actin' 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 Calendar say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girlfriend will 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 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 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 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" [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