Future - Draped Up lyrics

[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 fu*kin' 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, ni**a Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?] Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?] Draped up in the ice like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a 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 ni**a with a blicky and I shoot it myself Sip, sip, sippin’ I get higher than spaceships 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' fu*k a rich ni**a 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 who*e 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 fu*k the world like a prostitute Real street ni**a I salute [Chorus: Future] Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?] Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?] Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a Dope money, weed money, coke money, blow money [?] Draped up and iced like I'm serving fentanyl, ni**a [?] 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 ni**a 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 fu*k up a check Brown paper bag, that ain't all a ni**a 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 fu*k up a check [Outro: Future] I be in the trenches with dope I just put APs on my ho Rather go to hell than before I tell on [?] Lie to the judge [?]