Dealer Plated Belly (Ft. French Montana)

[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-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 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