Arm and Leg lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd & Jamie Foxx]
(Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?)
Whoa, huh
Whoa, whoa

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Know you love that b*tch, yeah
Know you trust that b*tch, yeah
Know you love that b*tch, yeah
n*gga, I just f*cked that b*tch, yeah
Aw, baby, I’m the sh*t, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

[Verse: Playboi Carti]
n*gga, f*ck that sh*t, young n*gga got hundreds (b*tch, yeah, yeah)
n*gga, f*ck that sh*t, young n*gga got hundreds (Yeah, yeah, b*tch)
b*tch, that's not your swag, hold up (Yeah, yeah)
We be poppin’ them tags (Yeah)
We be playin' with racks (Bitty)
I be playin' with bags (Bags)
Shawty geeked up (Geeked up, hold up)
Did this for the slimes (Yeah, yeah)
Me and my partner gon' ride (Slatt, hold up)
Me and my partner got, yeah
Me and my partner got 9s (Hold up)
Love that n*gga from the 9 (Love that)
I'ma put a b*tch in line (Love that)
I'ma f*ck this b*tch two times (29)
Trap bag filled with that cash
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Know you love that b*tch, yeah
Know you trust that b*tch, yeah
Know you love that b*tch, yeah
n*gga, I just f*cked that b*tch, yeah
Aw, baby, I'm the sh*t, why you playin'?
Rolex on my wrist so sick, got it plain
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg
Foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg

[Outro]
(I love Trippie Redd)
(I love Trippie Redd)
(I love Trippie Redd)
(I love Trippie Redd)