Arm ’N Leg lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo Pierre y'wanna come out here?)
Whoa, 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 a plague
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 hunnids (yeah yeah b*tch)
n*gga f*ck that sh*t young n*gga got hunnids (yeah yeah b*tch)
b*tch got lots a 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 it for the slimes (yeah yeah)
Me and my partner gon' ride (slatt)
Mе and my partner got- yeah
Me and my partnеr got nines (hold up)
Love that n*gga from the nine
Ima put a b*tch in line
Ima f*ck this b*tch two times
Try that for the 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 a plague
Rolex on my wrist cost a arm and a leg, foreign car outside cost a arm and a leg