Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Drake, Chris Brown - Only lyrics

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
Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
Th-these girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & 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 a update
Hut hut one, hut hut two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-fuck with them real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to


Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-ring finger where the rock is
The-these hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Ma ma 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 here by my side, only

Yeah, 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, LA 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 pinkprint

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy)
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 thinkin' '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