While Drake's lyrics are mostly pretty callow and kiddy-crayon, that in itself sometimes paid dividends. I might be about to embarass myself here, but I think the combination of naivety and directness in these, for instance, is rather beautiful, even without the music backing them up:

Would you love me for my money
Would you love me for my head
Would you love me through the winter
Would you love me 'til I'm dead
Oh, if you would and you could
Come blow your horn on high.