Draped Up

[Intro: Future] Pluto Berner Flexing on that bitch, 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 [Verse 1: Berner & Future] 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 weed, 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 shit I got someone movin' cash, armored cars, and armed guards Yeah, that's six million dollars organized, all large N' tell that bitch to slow down 'cause she fuckin' with my high Left the show with five bitches, 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 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 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) [Chorus: Future] Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga I sold up a lil’ truckload got a whole hood on Zootiez 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, 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, ho' got it goin' Turnin' up drip, ho' got it flowin' I put some eighty pointers on your arm I put them Jerry Rice down his arm Ho gon' fuck a rich nigga for nothin' I don't pop out without my gun I'm in Atlanta smokin' California Pop one time for it If 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, dawg Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, nigga I sold up a lil' truckload got a whole hood on Zootiez I recruited more shooters just to go knock down your shooter [Verse 3: Future] Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had Bought my main bitch a car 'cause my other main bitch made me mad Got them demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack Hit your top for a box, I could fuck up a check Brown paper bag, that ain't all a nigga had Bought my main bitch a car 'cause my other main bitch made me mad Got them demons, they tweakin' they ready to attack Hit your top for a box, I could fuck up a check [Outro: Future] I be in the trenches with dope I just put APs on my ho Rather go to hell before I tell on bro (fasholy) Lie to the judge on the low (On God)