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belly – 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)
f-ck around and you can die later

[pre-hook: 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

[hook: belly (& french montana)]
(and if you’re talking ’bout that money, dawg)
well tell my n-ggas they can have it all
(whoo! countin’ money, getting faded
c-c-counting money, getting faded)

[verse 1: belly]
f-ck your mixtape, f-ck your compilation
you’re no longer in the conversation
i don’t do this for the compensation
i don’t do sh-t in moderation
me and god got our own relation
f-ck a session this a congregation
f-cking b-tches, that’s consummation
(i swear this sh-t 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-ck with no complications, b-tch!
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: 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

[hook: belly (& french montana)]
(and if you’re talking ’bout that money, dawg)
well tell my n-ggas 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 f-ck 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
d-mn, 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 r-t-rded, d-mn
i ain’t one for the arguments
i come up in the apartments
and she treat my d-ck like a monument
d-mn
stay on the tree like an ornament
wait– i think he’s onto us
can we please just get on with it?

[pre-hook: 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

[hook: belly (& french montana)]
(and if you’re talking ’bout that money, dawg)
well tell my n-ggas 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
f-ck around and you can die later

[outro: belly]
and if you’re talking ’bout that money, doll
well tell my n-ggas they can have it all
whoo! you n-ggas violating
f-ck around and get annihilated

- belly lyrics

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