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Dealer Plated Countin' dirty money, getting faded (getting faded) Gold chains, gun's nickel plated (nickel plated) Whoo! Eyes dilated (die) F*** around and you can die later 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 (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) 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 shit in moderation Me and god got our own relation F*** a session this a congregation Fuc*** 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 f*** 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 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 (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) 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 I come up in the apartments 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? 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 (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) 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 niggas they can have it all Whoo! You niggas violating F*** around and get annihilated
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