"Pop Them Bands" lyrics

This shit right here on Pluto
Yeah, them Pluto bands, man
Future
Travis
(Cut it up) Porter

I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah

Ain't telling no joke, I'm running out of loud
I'm popping them bands, they looking like wow, wow, wow
Ain't worry bout young nigga joking my style
I drop bands on a bitch, I can make a bitch proud
I can buy a bitch purse, one [?] at a twerk
I'ma gone go berserk, dropping bands on Syrup
Fuck scout, foo foo, young nigga getting murked
Got bands, got bands, got bands, got bands
That's all I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying
You thank I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing
And my little nigga get to spraying

I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah

Pop one, pop two, pop three, ain't nothing, 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
Shining like a motherfucker, looking like a star
I pull in the VIP, busting 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 diking

I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah

So I pull up, hop out, cameras, flash
Bitches, pause, and they, dance
Say "What's up with you?" You see me? Oh yeah?
You wanna see some cash? I wanna see some ass (OK)
So why you fucking playing? (OK)
I know you see these bands (Don't play)
And they're gon' throw it too (Say what?)
'Cause them my fucking mans (They is)
See me, I'm throwing hundreds (I'm throwing)
Just 'cause I fucking can (I can)
And that young nigga, Ali, that's who I am, yeah

I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah