Belly - Dealer Plated lyrics

[Verse 1:] Countin' dirty money, getting faded Gold chains, gun's nickel plated Whoo! Eyes dilated f** around and you can die later [Pre-Hook:] 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 [Hook:] And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg Well tell my n***as they can have it all Whoo! Countin' money, getting faded C-c-counting money, getting faded [Verse 2 - Belly:] f** your mixtape, f** your compilation You're no longer in the conversation I don't do this for the compensation I don't do sh** in moderation Me and God got our own relation f** a session this a congregation f**ing b**hes, that's consummation {I swear this sh** is an abomination} This energy is intoxicating I get you drunk over conversation Look, they stand and watch, making observations I'm trying to f** with no complications, b**h! 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-Hook] [Hook] [Verse 3 - Belly:] Underground till I'm underground Underdog till I'm under God I can never be one of y'all I don't f** with like none of y'all Hm, make another comment Walk around with your under-armour 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 [?] And she treat my dick like a monument Damn Stay on the tree like an ornament Wait- I think he's onto us Can we please just get on with it? [Pre-Hook] [Hook] Countin' dirty money, getting faded Gold chains, gun's nickel plated Whoo! Eyes dilated f** around and you can die later And if you're talking 'bout that money, doll Well tell my n***as they can have it all Whoo! You n***as violating f** around and get annihilated