Pop Them Bands

[Intro: Future] This shit right here on Pluto Yeah, them Pluto bands, man Future Travis (Cut it up) Porter [Chorus: Black Boe, Strap & Future] I ain't tellin' no jokes, my money ain't funny I'ma throw them bands We rollin' up blunts and throwin' up hundreds I'ma throw them bands Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't gettin' no money I'ma throw them bands Yeah You know them red bottles costing Louis V be costing We walk in the club, we be droppin' The migo' love talkin' Future love talkin' Travis, they be talkin Yeah [Verse 1: Future] Ain't tellin no joke, I'm runnin out of loud I'm poppin them bands, they lookin like wow, wow, wow Ain't worry bout young nigga jockin' my style I drop bands on a bitch, I can make a bitch proud I can buy a bitch purse, one jugg at a twerk I'ma gone go beserk, droppin bands on Syrup Fuck scout, foo foo, young nigga gettin' murked Got bands, got bands, got bands, got bands That's all I'm sayin’, I'm sayin', I'm sayin', I'm sayin' You thank I'm playin', I'm playin', I'm playin', I'm playin' And my lil' nigga get to sprayin' [Chorus: Black Boe, Strap & Future] I ain't tellin' no jokes, my money ain't funny I'ma throw them bands We rollin' up blunts and throwin' up hundreds I'ma throw them bands Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't gettin' no money I'ma throw them bands Yeah You know them red bottles costing Louis V be costing We walk in the club, we be droppin' The migo' love talkin' Future love talkin' Travis, they be talkin Yeah [Verse 2: Strap] Pop one, pop two, pop three, ain't nothin', boo Thug life, like Pac boo Bands on bands get loose (Yeah) My money don't fold (No) Smoked out, choked out Everything black, I'm loc'ed out Pull up to the club, then buy the whole bar Keep it on my hip, can't keep in the car Shinin' like a motherfucker, lookin' like a star I pull in the VIP, bustin' down the 'gar She just wanna fuck, 'cause she seen my car You and her, menage a trois Louis belt, she like that Her and her friend, they're dykin' [Chorus: Black Boe, Strap & Future] I ain't tellin' no jokes, my money ain't funny I'ma throw them bands We rollin' up blunts and throwin' up hundreds I'ma throw them bands Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't gettin' no money I'ma throw them bands Yeah You know them red bottles costing Louis V be costing We walk in the club, we be droppin' The migo' love talkin' Future love talkin' Travis, they be talkin Yeah [Verse 3: Ali] So I pull up, hop out, cameras, flash Bitches, pause, and they, dance Say whats up, with you? You see me? Oh yeah? You wanna see some cash? I wanna see some ass (Ok) So why you fuckin' playin'? (Ok) I know you see these bands (Don't play) And they're gon' throw it too (Say what?) Cause them my fuckin' mans (They is) See me, I'm throwin' hundreds (I'm throwin') Just cause I fuckin' can (I can) And that young nigga, Ali, that's who I am, yeah [Chorus: Black Boe, Strap & Future] I ain't tellin' no jokes, my money ain't funny I'ma throw them bands We rollin' up blunts and throwin' up hundreds I'ma throw them bands Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't gettin' no money I'ma throw them bands Yeah You know them red bottles costing Louis V be costing We walk in the club, we be droppin' The migo' love talkin' Future love talkin' Travis, they be talkin Yeah