Draped Up Lyrics by Berner Ft. Future
[Intro: Future]
Pluto
Berner
Flexing on that bitch, hold up
[?] cookie [?]
Look at all of this money
Look at all of these twenties
FOREVEROLLIN
[Verse 1: Berner]
Three or four wars
Thirty-four stores
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes
In a black Cadillac with the bulletproof doors
Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on the floor
Got a Plane Jane Rollie, I don't need a whole kid
Another billion of weed, I don’t need a whole brick
Blue building in Toronto, I'ma [?] the whole six
Pull a brown bag [?] gon' blow that whole shit
Like [?] movin’ cash [?]
Yeah, that's six million dollars organized, all [?]
[?] tell that bitch to slow down 'cause she fuckin' with my high
[?] bitches, need a couple at a time
I make blaze in Miami, I ain't never [that prime?]
But I shut down eleven, left the cup around nine
Sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box
Dropped the big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like a Jordan drop, used to use a Jordan box
'Til I outgrew the safe and put in into [Florida?]
'Til I buy my whole street and started digging tunnels up
Back in 2013 I only touched a hundred [blunts?]
Back in 2015 I only had a hundred tucked
Just buy another truck if you good to run it up
I bet my enemies are sick pour another double cup
While you’re sleeping on the couch I’ll run another hundred up
[Chorus: Future]
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving fetanyl now, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I’m serving fetanyl now, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fetanyl now, nigga
I sold up a lil' truck load got a whole hood on [?]
I recruited more shooters just to go know down your shooter, yeah
[Verse 2: Future]
Rich nigga with a blicky and I shoot it myself
Sip, sip, sippin' I get higher than spaceships
Bad bitch, bad bitch swimmin’ in like Mike Phelps (Mike)
Average, know that ain't who I am (Pluto)
Bulletproof truck like Obama
Got a stick on me, Osama
Cuttin' chickens, Benihana
Put a Richard Mille on my mama
Feed the streets [?]
Cop a Coupe and it's white as Madonna
Straight out the trenches I'm growin' my numbers
Drankin' Texas better check the persona
She gon' eat it up for a sponsor
Turnin' up drip [?] get a goin'
Turnin' up drip [?] got a flowin'
I put some eighty pointers on your arm
I put them Jerry Rice down his (?)
Ho' gon' Fuck a rich nigga for nothin'
I don't pop out without my gun
I'm in Atlanta somkin' California
(?) pop one time for it
That's your bitch, that's my whore
I'm on some rich shit that's for sure
One chain cost a hundred or more
Take the game it was with me on tour
Take a Glock with me to the awards
Fuck the world like a prostitute
Real street nigga I salute
[Chorus: Future]
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving [?] now, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving [?] now, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
Draped up and iced like I'm serving [?] now, nigga
[?] got a whole hood on [?]
I recruited more shooters just to go knock down your shooter
[Verse 3: Future]
Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had
While my main bitch [?] my other main bitch made me bad
[?] demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack
Hit your top for a box, I could fuck a [?]
Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had
While my main bitch [?] my other main bitch made me bad
[?] demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack
Hit your top for a box, I could fuck a [?]
[Outro: Future]
I been at the trenches [?]
I just put [?]
Rather go to hell than [?]
Lie to the judge [?]
Draped Up (Official Audio)
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