Listen to Only (feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown) by Nicki Minaj

Only (feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown)

Nicki Minaj

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

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

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Vocals
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Programming
Jmike
Jmike
Programming
Cirkut
Cirkut
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Jeremy Coleman
Jeremy Coleman
Songwriter
Lukasz Gottwald
Lukasz Gottwald
Songwriter
Timothy Thomas
Timothy Thomas
Songwriter
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Luke
Dr. Luke
Producer
Jmike
Jmike
Producer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Noel Cadastre
Noel Cadastre
Recording Engineer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Rachael Findlen
Rachael Findlen
Recording Engineer
Clint Gibbs
Clint Gibbs
Recording Engineer
Omar Loya
Omar Loya
Recording Engineer
Brian Springer
Brian Springer
Recording Engineer
Todd Bergman
Todd Bergman
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cameron Montgomery
Cameron Montgomery
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cirkut
Cirkut
Producer

Lyrics

Yo, I never fu- Wayne, I never fu- Drake On my life, man, fu-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 Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake Worry 'bout y'all n-, 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 fu- if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too Fu-fu- with them real n- who don't tell n- what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is Ri-ring finger where the rock is The-these h- couldn't test me Even if their name was Pop Quiz Bad b- who I fu- with Ma-ma-mad b-, we don't fu- with I don't fu- with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet Let it soak in, like seasonin' And tell them b- 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- in here tonight Oh, if you lame, and you know it, be quiet Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only Rich n- only, independent b- only Boss n- only, thick b- only I got my real n- here by my side, only (yeah) I never fu- 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 sittin' down on that big butt, but I was still starin' at the titties though Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the fu- you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this s- 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 su- you dry and then eat some lunch with you Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable A- on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fu- with you The NBA players fu- with you The bad-ass b- doing makeup and hair fu- with you, oh That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it And Nicki, if you ever tryna fu- Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, ayy) Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy) Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad b- in here tonight Oh, if you lame, and you know it, be quiet Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only Rich n- only, independent b- only Boss n- only, thick b- only I got my real n- here by my side, only I never fu- Nick' and that's fu- up If I did fu-, she'd be fu- up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she acts like she need d- 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- up if she waved They bet' not fu- 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 h- with me, masked up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms This s- is crazy, my n-, I mean brazy, my n- That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n- Blood gang, take the B off behavior, my n- For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean, "Pop-pop-pop" then I take off N-, now you see me, n-, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx actin' 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" 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) Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only Rich n- only, independent b- only Boss n- only, thick b- only I got my real n- here by my side, only
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Lukasz Gottwald, Aubrey Drake Graham, Onika Tanya Maraj, Theron Makiel Thomas, Timothy Jamahli Thomas, Jeremy Michael Coleman, Henry Russell Walter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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