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lirik lagu draped up – berner

[intro: future]
pluto
berner
flexing on that b*tch, hold up
[?] that cookie [?]
look at all of this money
look at all of these twenties
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 bag and gon’ blow that whole sh*t
like [?] movin’ cash [?]
yeah, that’s six million dollars organized, all large
n’ tell that b*tch to slow down ’cause she f*ckin’ with my high
left the show with five b*tches, need a couple at a time
i make palys in miami, i ain’t never [that prime?]
but i shut down eleven, left the cup around nine
sent your b*tch 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 if you 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 [?]
draped up and iced like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
draped up and iced like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
draped up in the ice like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
i sold up a lil’ truck load got a whole hood on [?]
i recruited more shooters just to go know down your shooter, yeah

[verse 2: future]
rich n*gga with a bl!cky and i shoot it myself
sip, sip, sippin’ i get higher than sp*ceships
bad b*tch, bad b*tch 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 [?]
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 (?)
ho gon’ f*ck a rich n*gga 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*tch, that’s my wh0re
i’m on some rich sh*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*ck the world like a prostitute
real street n*gga i salute
[chorus: future]
dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
draped up and iced like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
draped up and iced like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?]
draped up and iced like i’m serving fentanyl, n*gga
[?] got a whole hood on [?]
i recruited more shooters just to go knock down your shooter

[verse 3: future]
brown paper bag, that ain’t all a n*gga had
bought my main b*tch a car ’cause my other main b*tch made me bad
and them demons, they tweakin’ they ready to attack
hit your top for a box, i could f*ck up a check
brown paper bag, that ain’t all a n*gga had
bought my main b*tch a car ’cause my other main b*tch made me bad
and them demons, they tweakin’ they ready to attack
hit your top for a box, i could f*ck up a check

[outro: future]
i be in the trenches with dope
i just put aps on my ho
rather go to h*ll than before i tell on [?]
lie to the judge [?]

- berner

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