ONLY （2014年发行的歌曲）

歌曲歌词

Yo! I never fvcked Wayne, I never fvcked Drake

On my life, man, fvck's sake

If I did, I'd ménage with 'em and let 'em eat my a*s 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 n!ggas, 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 fvck if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a update

Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big *******, big butt too

Fu-fvck with them real n!ggas

Who don't tell n!ggas what they up to

Had to show b!tches 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 b!tches who I fvck with

Ma-ma-mad b!tches we don't fvck with

I don't fvck with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet

Let it soak in, like seasoning

And tell them b!tches blow me: Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad b!tches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real n!ggas only, bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only, independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only, thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side, only

Yeah, I never fvcked 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 ******* though!

Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key

I been peeped that you like me, you know?

Who the fvck you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this sh!t 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

A*s on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fvck with you

The NBA players fvck with you

The bad-a*s b!tches doing makeup and hair fvck with you

Oh! That's 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna fvck

Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, ayy)

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July

Nothing but bad b!tches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real n!ggas only, bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only, independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only, thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side, only

I never fvcked Nick' and that's fvcked up

If I did fvck, she'd be fvcked up

Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right

'Cause she act like she need d!ck 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!tch up if she waved

They bet' not fvck 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!t is crazy, my n!gga; I mean brazy, my n!gga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n!gga

Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my n!gga

For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off

I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off

N!gga, now you see me, n!gga, 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 b!tches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Young Mula, baby!

Nothing but real n!ggas only, bad b!tches only

Rich n!ggas only, independent b!tches only

Boss n!ggas only, thick b!tches only

I got my real n!ggas here by my side, only