Berner – Draped Up (ft. Future) (Lyrics)

Read the full-text lyrics for Berner’s “Draped Up” with Future, co-produced by Flex on the Beat, FOREVEROLLING & Cozmo.

Berner Draped Up

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[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 zooters
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 [?] 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’ 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
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 zooters
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 bad
And 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 bad
And 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 God)