Arm & Leg (feat. Playboi Carti) lyrics

(Yo, pi'erre, you wanna come out here?) Whoa Whoa, whoa Know you love that bitch, yeah Know you trust that bitch, yeah Know you love that bitch, yeah Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah Aw, baby, I'm the shit, 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 Nigga, fuck that shit, young nigga got hundreds (bitch, yeah, yeah) Nigga, fuck that shit, young nigga got hundreds (yeah, yeah, bitch) Bitch got lots of 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, hold up) Me and my partner got, yeah Me and my partner got 9s (hold up) Love that nigga from the 9 (love that) I'ma put a bitch in line (love that) I'ma fuck this bitch two times (29) Try that for that cash Know you love that bitch, yeah Know you trust that bitch, yeah Know you love that bitch, yeah Nigga, I just fucked that bitch, yeah Aw, baby, I'm the shit, 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 (I love trippie redd) (I love trippie redd) (I love trippie redd) (I love trippie redd)