Lyrics for Only Right (Remix) by Mustard :
[Intro: 2Pac & (Ty$)]
Oh you too n*gga, don’t think we ain’t talkin bout your punk ass
You old fake ass n*gga
Standin there wearin all them Pendletons and khakis and all that
You soft as a motherf*ckin grape
(Uh, ohhhh, oh yeah
Dolla $ign)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my n*ggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad b*tch, but it’s only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it’s only right
Same friends, but it’s only right
All my n*ggas rich, man, it’s only right
Get it how you live, man, it’s only right
Broke bread with my b*tch, man, it’s only right

[Verse 1: Drake]
I got a shorty name Texas Syn
She got a buddy named Young JB and now you know the deal
We turnt up in the studio late night
That’s why the songs that you hear are comin’ real tight
OVO crew, n*gga, thought I told you
If you a player in the game, this should hold you
And man shout my n*gga Game he just rolled through
Eatin’ crab out in Malibu at Nobu
A lot of fools puttin’ salt in the game
Until these women get the notion that they runnin’ the game
They got money that they jumpin’ on the pole to make
Did the motto, took a flight to the golden state
I’m the general, just makin’ sure my soldiers straight
Had to leave my n*gga, homie got an open case
But I’m big on the west like I’m big in the south
So we gon’ pay some people off, we gon’ figure it out
And my name too big, and my gang too big
Young Money sh*t, me and Lil Wayne too big
I’ma crush that ass even if it ain’t too big
I would pinky swear but my pinky ring too big
Wassup

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my n*ggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad b*tch, but it’s only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it’s only right
Same friends, but it’s only right
All my n*ggas rich, man, it’s only right
Get it how you live, man, it’s only right
Broke bread with my b*tch, man, it’s only right

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Paid n*gga, yeah, I make it happen, turn a nun ratchet
Thick chick under my arm make yo’ chick look average
Thick b*tch, yeah, a big ol’ ass, poke it like a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It’s ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I gorilla pimp
Balling hard everyday, ratchet b*tches can’t resist
I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain’t funny
I’ll run out of rap before I run out of money
Love to pop a pill, that’s foreplay
Now I’m all in her face like Olay
I’m like “okay”, I kill the pus*y like OJ
When I’m finished with ya woman, she gon’ think we soulmates

[Verse 3: Joe Moses]
Yeah, it’s only right where my flag be
All f*ckin’ red, b*tch, I get it from my daddy
It’s only right I’m a whoop
It’s only f*ckin’ right if I f*ck, you was cute
n*ggas only right if the money be long
And it don’t feel right if the condom was on
But it’s only right, I got one night
I give her ‘Murder Was the Case’ like Suge Knight

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
24/7 like the Waffle House
Three cell phones, still nothin’ to talk about
Might pull your girl with the head nod
I used to off white like egg nog
My baby momma better than these R&B hoes
Towel on the floor, looking through the peep hole
I ask them who is it, they say room service
Give me one minute, she gettin her womb service! (Damn!)

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my n*ggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad b*tch, but it’s only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it’s only right
Same friends, but it’s only right
All my n*ggas rich, man, it’s only right
Get it how you live, man, it’s only right
Broke bread with my b*tch, man, it’s only right

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]
It’s only right, I’ma f*ck a bad b*tch tonight
Girl, you got just what I want
Let me give it to you, girl, put it on me

[Hook: Ty Dolla $ign]
I brought my n*ggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad b*tch, but it’s only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it’s only right
Same friends, but it’s only right
All my n*ggas rich, man, it’s only right
Get it how you live, man, it’s only right
Broke bread with my b*tch, man, it’s only right