Anytime

[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 shit 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 shit 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 nigga like me I know that you sad I know you praying the Lord for a nigga 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 bitches, they asking about me Wanna know what a young nigga 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 ass Mercedes [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Takeoff] God damn, back then Your momma, she wasn't fucking 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 bitch, 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, nigga, looking at a star Now a nigga 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)