[Meek Mill] Anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody wanna buy a heart? Anybody wanna buy a heart? Cause I don't use the shit anyway But okay, I guess it's my fault Westside shorty, with an eastside nigga They say it's levels to this shit, I'm a G5 nigga And every city I be in, you know she fly with us It's like Hov got Bey, it's like Bey got Jigga
Really though let me take y'all back '09, double R drop top with the top down Pulled up, double parked, hopped out, tried to spit my game It didn't work, got shot down But I can tell by the bag, by the wrist, by the ring on that Somebody had it on lockdown The moral of the story not to speak on that She on the team, shorty mine now And we don't ever ever ever make love And we don't ever ever ever say "love" Unless I'm all up in it, she tellin' me she love that D on that, I don't ever say uh Bad bitch, ain't nothin' made up Anybody, anybody, anybody wanna buy The heart from a real one from Philly reppin' that north side?
[Nicki] Rahmeek, I'mma have to tell the truth if I speak Unless you want to play, you ain't say this the other day You said you was in love, and I still didn't budge Cause I already seen how you be going in when you be in them clubs (I'm not even sure if this is right but, it feels good) I could tell you was analyzing me, I could tell you was criticizing me I could tell you was fantasizing that you would come slide in me and confide in me He could tell that I was wifey material He was liking my style in my videos I wasn't looking for love I was looking for a buzz So at times I would lie and say I'm busy, yo Cause its too much, and its too clutch Who wants rumors of the two of us But when you're away I can't get you out of my mind But what if I met the one and your wasting your time But you waited
[Nicki] Its a heart for sale who's buying I don't care who's crying Its trust for sale who's buying I don't care who's lying
Composição: Onika Maraj, Robert Williams, Christian Ward & Armond Redmen