A.F.M. (Anything For Money) Lyrics

Riding bikes late night

Thinking better moves

Take my baby

Because she pretty out to Santa Cruz

Paying dues flights to Memphis

We in search for blues

Fuck me like a honeymoon

Baby it's just me and you

Foreigns in my visuals

Ain't no rentals though

Hit the scene like crack pipes

Because I'm really dope

In the hood

German engineering

I ain't selling coke

Twelve up something slight

Me and q taking toasts

I fuck bitches everywhere

Because I been around the country

Friendly conversations but they always end with money

Convenience package on the bm

So I'm sitting comfy

She feeling lovely

Before I get home

She want to suck me

I don't want to hear no love

I done been through much

Masking all my pain

I done picked up the cup

I write music and smoke weed for a pick me up

Heart scarred but I know bitches really don't give a fuck

She do anything for money

She she

She do anything for money

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

She do anything for money

She she

She do anything for cash

Seven days a week

A nigga out here blowing trees

Battling with my past trauma and anxiety

Fuck a shrink I hit the studio and spit it on a beat

I ain't influencing but crazy shit just work for me

Mama tell me quit

But I can't because I'm a soldier

Eating jambalaya

With the rice in the nola

Told you I would come up

Look at bitches like I told you

If you want smoke

I'll pack you up and roll you

Being broke a crisis

Big Bran is the nicest

Snapping on these beats

I up my prices

Niggas calling me and asking me where they wife is

I don't know

Rapping harder

Nigga I need bigger shows

More money bring bad bitches and bigger woes

Fake friends, new money, and all the shiesty hoes

But listen understand that just how the story goes

She do anything for money

She she

She do anything for money

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

She do anything for money

She she

She do anything for cash