Nicki Minaj - Only ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

(static buzzing)

(footsteps)

(eerie exhaling)

(static buzzing)

(high pitch ringing)

♪ 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 ♪

♪ Worry 'bout y'all, niggas, ♪

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 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 them 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 ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ 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 or maybe 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 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 ♪

♪ Pinkprint ♪

♪ And cup in the sky ♪

♪ Aye ♪

♪ 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

♪ 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 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 thinking '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, 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 ♪

♪ Sixteen in a clip, ♪

one in the chamber

♪ 17 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 ♪

♪ 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 ♪

(high pitch ringing)