[Hook: Drake]

[Verse 3: Drake]
Sex, Love, Pain, baby I be on that Tank shit
Buzz so big I could probably sell a blank disk
When my album drop, bitches will buy it for the picture
And niggas will buy it too, claiming they got it for they sister
Magazine paper girl, but money ain't the issue
They bring dinner to my room and ask me to initial
She call me the referee, cause I be so official
My shirt ain't got no stripes but I can make yo pussy whistle
Like the Andy Griffith theme song
And who told you to put them jeans on?
Double cup love, you the one I lean on
Feeling for a fix then you should really get yo fiend on
Yea just know my condo is the crack spot
Every single show she out there repping like a mascot
Get it from the back, and make yo fucking bra strap pop
All up in yo slot until the nigga hit the jackpots

[Hook: Drake]

from Drake (Ft. Nicki Minaj) – Best I Ever Had (Mixtape) Lyrics on Rap Genius

Meaning

Only Nicki’s verse is unique on this song. Annotations for Drake’s parts can be found on the page with his solo version of the song

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