Draped Up (feat. Future)

Pluto
Berner
(Flexing on that bitch, hold up)
(They be wanting to flex up all night)
They see me with that cookie baking, know I'm sayin?
Look at all of this money on me
Look at all of these 20s on me
Dirty cash
(FOREVEROLLING)

Three or four awards, 34 stores (yeah)
Just seen another cover story on me by Forbes (Forbes)
In a Black Cadillac, with the bulletproof doors (doors)
Lift a hotel mama, white ashes on their floors (yeah)
Got a Plain Jane Rollie, I don't need a whole kit (nah)
Another billion off weed, I don't need a whole brick
Blue building in Toronto, I'ma flood the whole six (the whole six)
Pull a brown bag out and gonna blow the whole shit (blow it up)

I got someone moving cash, all my cars, and armed guards
Yeah, that's six million dollars, organized, all large
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 hear that prime
But I shot down 11, left the club around nine

I sent your bitch on a mission, made her sign for the box
Dropped a big face at Melrose, there's lines around the block
Looks like a Jordan drop, you see, you's a Jordan box
'Til I outgrew the safe and put it into Florida rock
'Til I bought my old streets and started digging tunnels up
Back in 2013, I only touched a hundred plus
Back in 2015, I only had a hundred tucked
Just bought another truck, if you're good, you'll run it up
I bet my enemies is sick, pour another double cup
While you sleepin' on the couch, I'll run another hundred up
(Get Berned)

Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
I sold a lil' truckload, got a whole hood on zooters
I recruited more shooters, just to go knock down your shooter, yeah

Rich nigga with a Blicky and I shoot it myself (self)
Sip, sip-sippin', I get higher than spaceships (ships)
Bad bitch, bad bitch, swimming 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
Cookin' chicken, Bentley Hummer, 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 growing my numbers
Drankin' Texas, better check the persona

She gon' eat it up for a sponsor
Turn up the drip, hoe, got it goin'
Turn up the drip, hoe, got it flowin'
I put some 80-pointers on your arm
I put the Jerry Rice diamonds on
Hoe gon' fuck a rich nigga for nothin'
I don't pop out without my gun
I'm in Atlanta smokin' California

They gon' pop one time for it (they gon' pop)
If that's your bitch, that's my hoe (bad)
I'm on some rich shit, that's for sure (I'm on some rich)
One chain, cost a hundred or more (one chain)
Take the gang members with me on tour (take 'em)
Take a Glock with me to the awards
Fuck the world like a prostitute (yeah)
Real street nigga, I salute (bitch)

Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, nigga
I sold 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 nigga had
Bought my main bitch a car 'cause my other main bitch made me mad
Got those demons, they tweakin', they ready to attack (attack)
Hit your top for a box, I could fuck over check (zoom)
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 those demons, they tweakin', they ready to attack (attack)
Hit your top for a box, I could fuck over check (zoom)

I be in the trenches with dope, fool
I just put APs on my hoe, fool
Rather go to hell before I tell on bros, shawty
Lie to the judge on the low, on god