“Only” is a promotional Banger of a Track third single from Trinidadian-American recording artist Nicki Minaj‘s upcoming third studio album, The Pink Print.

It features additional rap vocals from hip hop artists Drake and Lil’ Wayne, and also features Chris Brown who sings the chorus of the song.

Production for the song was handled by Dr. Luke and Cirkut.

It was released on October 28, 2014 by Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Republic Records as the third single from the album. Minaj posted the single cover on Instagram two days before the release, informing that this would be the third single of her upcoming album The Pinkprint. The Lyric video premiered in early November, on Nicki Minaj’s official YouTube VEVO channel on November 7th 2014.

Listen to, Audio/Lyric Video:

Lyrics for Nicki Minaj – Only feat. Drake, Lil’ Wayne & Chris Brown

Verse 1: Nicki Minaj
Yo! I never f***** Wayne, I never f***** Drake
On my life man, f***’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
Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all n*****, us straight
These girls are my sons, John & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a f*** if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5, is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big t******, big butt too
F*** with them real n*****, who don’t tell n***** what they up to
Had to show b****** where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These h*** couldn’t test me, even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad b****** who I f*** with, mad b****** we don’t f*** with
I don’t f*** with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in, like seasoning
And tell them b****** blow me, Lance Stephenson

Hook: Chris Brown
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
Nothing 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

Verse 2: Drake
I never f***** 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 t****** though
Yeah, low key or maybe high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the f*** 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 to wanna **** 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 f*** with you
The NBA players f*** with you
The bad-a** b****** doing makeup and hair f*** with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f***, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

Hook: Chris Brown
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
Nothing 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

Verse 3: Lil Wayne
I never f***** Nic and that’s f***** up
If I did f***, she’d be f***** 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, light 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 f*** 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, messed 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 out 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, acting 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”

Hook: Chris Brown
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
Nothing 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