Drake - Best I Ever Had lyrics

[Intro] You know a lot of girls be Thinking my songs are about them, but This is not to get confused, this one's for you [Hook] Baby, you my everything, you all I ever wanted We could do it real big, bigger than you ever done it You be up on everything, other hoes ain't never on it I want this forever, I swear, I can spend whatever on it Cause she hold me down every time I hit her up When I get right, I promise that we gon' live it up She made me beg for it 'til she give it up And I say the same thing every single time I say, you the f**ing best, you the f**ing best You the f**ing best, you the f**ing best You the best I ever had, best I ever had Best I ever had, best I ever had I say, you the f**ing best [Verse 1] Know you got a roommate, call me when there's no one there Put the key under the mat and you know I be over there (Yup) I be over there, shawty, I be over there I be hitting all the spots that you ain't even know was there And you don't even have to ask twice You could have my heart or we could share it like the last slice Always felt like you was so accustomed to the fast life Have a n***a thinking that he met you in a past life Sweatpants, hair tied, chilling with no make-up on That's when you're the prettiest, I hope that you don't take it wrong You don't even trip when friends say, you ain't bringing Drake along You know that I'm working, I'll be there soon as I make it home And she a patient in my waiting room Never pay attention to the rumors and what they a**ume And until them girls prove it I'm the one that never get confused with, cause [Hook] [Verse 2] Sex, Love, Pain, baby, I be on that Tank sh** Buzz so big, I could probably sell a blank disc When my album drop, b**hes'll buy it for the picture And n***as'll buy it too and claim they got it for they sister Magazine paper girl, the 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 your p**y 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 your fiend on Yeah, 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 your f**ing bra strap pop All up in your slot 'til the n***a hit the jackpot [Hook] [Outro] See, this the type of joint you gotta dedicate to somebody Just make sure they that special somebody Young Money, yeah, you know who you are