Only - Nicki Minaj feat Chris Brown, Drake, & Lil Wayne

(Nicki Minaj)
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck’s sake
If I did I menage 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 set up for a punchline on duct tape

Hut hut one, Hut hut two, big bitties, big butt too
Fuck 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

(Chris Brown)
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

(Drake)
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 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 butt
But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to 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

(Chris Brown)
Raise your 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

(Lil’ Wayne)
I never fucked Nicki and that’s fucked up
If I did fuck she’d be fucked 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 gold is yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca

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 is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang take the B out behavior, my nigga

(Chris Brown)
Raise your 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
Richest niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only