[Drake]
She be jumpin’ up and down tryna fit that [bad word] in
Took her half an hour just to get that belt to fasten
All she wanna talk about is partyin’ and fashion
Don’t know where she’s going I do not plan on asking, At all.
Cus her spirit is free
And she, lets nobody else in except for me
If her basement is locked, then i swear she would agree
I’m the only one she loves
There’s no copies of the key, Homie That’s Guarantee.

[Drake - Verse 2]
Don’t forget that Fendi purse that you put all your cash in
kinda hard to concentrate when cameras are flashin’
other dudes would suffocate her I don’t want her gaspin’
don’t know where she’s going and I do not plan on asking
at all, I’ve never been the type, felt alike
my connection with n-ggas that wanna fight over women, thats not right
theres too many in the World
homie you can have your pick
but I swear that ones my girl
I swear that one’s my girl…
[End]