Sean Garrett - Anytime lyrics

[Intro x2: Sean Garrett] Seen you last night at the club for the first time In about a year, damn, girl I The look on your face didn't say that things were going the way That you planned when I saw you for the last time [Hook: Sean Garrett] Know sometimes you wish that you was with me (ahh) If we had a baby, what it would be (ahh) Is your bank account, empty (ahh) You can call me babe, anytime [Verse 1: Sean Garrett] Ain't gon' lie (ain't gon' lie) you ran up, I ain't expect to see you You start talking (talking) saying sh** ain't straight with him You bring it up (saying) you miss the way it used to be And I ain't gone lie, but I moved on so far from here You asking me (honestly) I ain't got no answer Is it true that I'm blamed for that? I ain't got no answer If I told you all my setbacks, all the sh** I went through I just buried my momma, two months after I caught you Hey, you heard I got that check Hey, and I ain't trying to look back I hope that maybe you chose to take a damn good care I ain't wish you no better but that ain't none of my business, no [Hook] (x2) [Verse 2: Quavo] I know that you wish that you had a young n***a like me I know that you sad I know you praying the Lord for a n***a like me You missing the shopping sprees You missing the diamonds all in your rings I pull up in Jags and Rovers and Bentleys I know that you miss the front seat Your b**hes, they asking about me Wanna know what a young n***a do Cause the see my girl in that red dress And they say that could be you, in it Everytime they see Quavo, they say that boy pursue (Like a real) Just look at yourself in the mirror I know you wish I was there That Porshe, Panamera You know that car was your favorite My momma she told me you crazy I know you hate that I made it So many chains, look like slavery I hope I make you go crazy Throw a hundred dollars for your step-baby You can have that old a** Mercedes [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Takeoff] God damn, back then Your momma, she wasn't f**ing with me Taking a trip out the city, go quick on that Brittney She thicker than Jiffy The Louis, the Gucci, the Prada, the Fendi Versace, and Givenchy, know lil' mama gon' miss me I was the Santa on Christmas She talking about having my baby But told me stop whipping them babies I told her you crazy When you see me pulling up in that drop top, I made it She calling my phone, she come in my home Knock on that booty, I'm gone Met a b**h, said her name Nia Long Smoking that good, ching chong Came a long way, neighborhood star And I'm on the top of Worldstar Back then, n***a, looking at a star Now a n***a shine with the stars Red bottom got blood on the floor Metta World Peace, got that elbow She won't stop calling my phone She hear me everyday on the radio [Hook] (x2)