Draped Up (Explicit) - Berner/Future

Pluto

Berner

Flexing on that b***h hold up

They see me with that cookie baking

Know I'm sayin

Look at all of this money on me

Look at all of these twenties on me

Dirty cash

FOREVEROLLIN

Three or four awards

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 w**d

I don't need a whole brick

Blue building in Toronto

I'ma flood the whole six

Pull a brown bagout and gon' blow that whole s**t

I got someone movin' cash

Armored cars and armed guards

Yeah that's six million dollars organized

All large

N' tell that b***h to slow down

'Cause she f**kin' with my high

Left the show with five b***hes

Need a couple at a time

I make plays in Miami

I ain't never that prime

But I shut down eleven

Left the club around nine

Sent your b***h 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 rock

'Til I buy my whole street

And started digging tunnels up

Back in 2013 I only touched a hundred plus

Back in 2015 I only had a hundred tucked

Just buy another truck it feel 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

Yeah

D**e money w**d money coke money

Blow money dawg

Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

D**e money w**d money coke money blow money dawg

Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

D**e money w**d money coke money blow money dawg

Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

I sold up a lil' truckload got a whole hood on zooters

I recruited more shooters just to go know down your shooter

Yeah

Rich n***a with a blicky and I shoot it myself

Sip sip sippin' I get higher than spaceships

Bad b***h bad b***h swimmin' in like Mike Phelps

Mike

Average no that ain't who I am

Pluto

Bulletproof truck like Obama

I got a stick on me Osama

Cuttin' chickens Benihana

Put a Richard Mille on my mama

Feed the streets and I be a stunna

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 arm

Ho gon' f**k a rich n***a for nothin'

I don't pop out without my gun

I'm in Atlanta smokin' California

Pop one time for it

That's your b***h that's my w***e

I'm on some rich s**t 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

F**k the world like a prostitute

Real street n***a I salute

D**e money w**d money coke money blow money dawg

Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

D**e money w**d money coke money blow money dawg

Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

D**e money w**d money coke money blow money dawg

Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl n***a

I sold up a lil' truckload got a whole hood on zooters

I recruited more shooters just to go knock down your shooter

Brown paper bag that ain't all a n***a had

Bought my main b***h a car 'cause

My other main b***h made me bad

And them demons they tweakin' they ready to attack

Hit your top for a box I could f**k up a check

Brown paper bag that ain't all a n***a had

Bought my main b***h a car 'cause

My other main b***h made me bad

And them demons they tweakin' they ready to attack

Hit your top for a box I could f**k up a check

I be in the trenches with d**e

I just put APs on my ho

Rather go to hell before I tell on bro

fasholy

Lie to the judge

On God