Текст Belly – Dealer Plated

Verse 1:
Countin’ dirty money, getting faded
Gold chains, gun’s nickel plated
Whoo! Eyes dilated

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 niggas they can have it all
Whoo! Countin’ money, getting faded
C-c-counting money, getting faded

Verse 2 — 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 over 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

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 fuck 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
Fuck around and you can die later

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