Draped Up Songtext
von Berner feat. Future

Pluto
Berner
(Flexing on that -, 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 sh- (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 - to slow down, ′cause she f- with my high
Left the show with five -, need a couple at a time
I make plays in Miami, I ain′t never hear that prime
But I shut down 11, left the club around nine
I sent your - 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, yeah
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I′m serving Fentanyl, yeah
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl
I sold a lil′ truckload, got a whole hood on zooters
I recruited more shooters, just to go knock down your shooter, yeah


Rich - with a Blicky and I shoot it myself (self)
Sip, sip-sippin', I get higher than spaceships (ships)
Bad -, bad -, 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, Benihana, put a Richard Mille on my mama
Feed the streets and I be so 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, -, got it goin′
Turn up the drip, -, got it flowin'
I put some 80-pointers on your arm
I put the Jerry Rice diamonds on
- Gon′ f- a rich - for nothin'
I don′t pop out without my gun
I'm in Atlanta smokin′ California

Gon' pop one time for it (gon' pop)
If that′s your -, that′s my - (bad)
I'm on some rich -, 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
- The world like a - (yeah)
Real street -, I salute

Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl, yeah
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I′m serving Fentanyl, yeah
Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money, dawg
Draped up in ice like I'm serving Fentanyl
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 - had
Bought my main - a car ′cause my other main - made me mad
Got those demons, they tweakin', they ready to attack (attack)
Hit your top for a box, I could - over check (zoom)
Brown paper bag, that ain′t all a - had
Bought my main - a car 'cause my other main - made me mad
Got those demons, they tweakin′, they ready to attack (attack)
Hit your top for a box, I could - over check (zoom)

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