Dealer Plated

[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