Dealer Plated

Lyrics

[Refrain: Belly & (French Montana)] Countin' dirty money, getting faded (getting faded) Gold chains, gun's nickel plated (nickel plated) Whoo! Eyes dilated (die) Fuck around and you can die later [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] Foreign cars, getting faded I spend a hundred large dealer plated Went and got a woman named Haley I was counting dirty money getting faded [Chorus: Belly (& French Montana)] (And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg) Well tell my niggas they can have it all (Whoo! Countin' money getting faded C-c-counting money getting faded) [Verse 1: Belly] Fuck your mixtape, fuck your compilation You're no longer in the conversation I don't do this for the compensation I don't do shit in moderation Me and god got our own relation Fuck a session this a congregation Fucking bitches, that's consummation (I swear this shit is an abomination) This energy is intoxicating I get you drunk off of conversation Look, they stand and watch, making observations I'm trying to fuck with no complications, bitch! I ain't one for the confrontation My dawgs pull up make accommodations for you Like a holiday or a long vacation for you We gon' find a whole new location for you [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] Foreign cars, getting faded I spend a hundred large dealer plated Went and got a woman named Haley I was counting dirty money getting faded [Chorus: Belly (& French Montana)] (And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg) Well tell my niggas they can have it all (Whoo! Countin' money getting faded C-c-counting money getting faded) [Verse 2: Belly] Underground till I'm underground Underdog till I'm under God I can never be one of y'all I don't fuck with like none of y'all Hm, make another comment Walk around with your underarmour like I won't pull up And put bullets all through your under garments Damn, hot-headed but we cold-hearted If you can't finish, why you gon' start it Tell his mama I'm so sorry I send her roses, there's bodies under my rose garden That's so retarded, damn I ain't one for the arguments I come up in the apartment And she treat my dick like a monument Damn Stay on the trees like an ornament Wait-- I think he's onto us Can we please just get on with it? [Pre-Chorus: French Montana] Foreign cars, getting faded I spend a hundred large dealer plated Went and got a woman named Haley I was counting dirty money getting faded [Chorus: Belly (& French Montana)] (And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg) Well tell my niggas they can have it all (Whoo! Countin' money getting faded C-c-counting money getting faded) [Refrain: Belly] Countin' dirty money, getting faded Gold chains, gun's nickel plated Whoo! Eyes dilated Fuck around and you can die later [Outro: Belly] And if you're talking 'bout that money, doll Well tell my niggas they can have it all Whoo! You niggas violating Fuck around and get annihilated