[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can't fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
Fuckin' that bih in my 'Vette
Fuckin’ that bih in a 'Vette
Lil shawty, she wet, shawty get wet in the bed
N***as they tryin', until they get checked
These bitches be lyin', Carti 'bout check
Check please
Lil shawty gon' hop in the jet, lil shawty gon' go overseas
Hop in the beat and I beast
Calling me beast in the sheets
Fucking that bitch on the beach
This is my coupe, with the lease
Hop in the coupe feel like Meech
All of my n***as eat, we feast
Ballin' a B
Feelin’ like B
Reppin’ the B
Shout-out G Weed
Number Nine jeans with no crease
At least

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can't fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can’t fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Got a bad bih, bought her some breasts
Arm and leg, head or chest

[Verse 2: Trapsick]
Aye, I got a girl (a girl)
Aye, gave me good brain (good brain)
Aye, vanilla ice cream
Aye, Gucci mane (Gucci)
I run the game with no brain, insane ('sane)
A am a beast, lion tamed
Love all the money but fuck all the fame (fuck it)
My flow it like to swish, the blades (swish)
I be the boss, and you be the maid (maid)
I'm so fly n***as used the Raid
30 racks you know that shit paid (paid)
Young fresh n***a but i still ain't laid (laid)
Ap the label
Ap the group
We all got money n***as all got coupes (skrt)

[Verse 3: Tramell]
I came out and I flex
Iced out, im the best
My favorite show is Johnny Test
I gain money what’s next
Your girl is a pest
She be in my way
No problem im sway
You know im so cool
Your girlfriend call me boo
But she is a fool, tool
I call her lots of names
Cause she is ugly mane
No surgery
Can fix her damn teeth
But you love for her
Now that's what i mean
But my money stay green
Your lover name is sheen
You are a bitch, snitch, a hitch
And a glitch
Just go do yourself cause you
You got no wealth
I'm out past 12
Your life ain't swell
I like wishing wells
AP Squad
I am out
Fuck him
And his dyke ass hoe
I also love Akame my wife, you know what I'm saying
Straight bars you know what I'm saying, we out here straight bars

[Chorus]
I need an arm and leg
I need an arm and head
Carti in love with the leg
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can't fuck with the feds
Carti in love with the bread
Carti can't fuck with the feds
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Got a .45, bought her some breasts
Arm and leg, head or chest
Arm and leg, head or chest