Future — Pop Them Bands

[Hook: Travis Porter & Future] I ain't tellin no jokes my money ain't funny I'mma throw them bands We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds I'mma throw them bands Don't worry bout lames they ain't gettin no money I'mma throw them bands Yeah oh yeah yeaaah You know them red bottles cost me Louis V be costing We walk in the club we be droppin Doe Migo love talkin Future love talkin Travis they be talkin [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 jokin my style I drop bands on a bitch Make a bitch proud I can buy a bitch purse 1 joog at a twerk I'mma gone go beserk Droppin bands on cerk Fuck scout foo foo young nigga gettin murked Got bands got bands got bands got bands Dats all I'm sayin I'm sayin I'm sayin You thank I'm playin I'm playin I'm playin And my lil nigga get to sprayin [Hook] I ain't tellin no jokes my money ain't funny I'mma throw them bands We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds I'mma throw them bands Don't worry bout lames they ain't gettin no money I'mma throw them bands Yeah oh yeah yeaaah You know them red bottles cost me Louis V be costing We walk in the club we be droppin Doe Migo love talkin Future love talkin Travis they be talkin [Verse 2: Travis Porter] Pop 1 pop 2 pop 3 ain't nuthin boo Thug life like Pac boo Bands on bands get loose (yeaaaaah) My money don't fold (noooooo) Smoked out choked out Everythang black loc out Pull up to the club buy the whole bar Keep it on my hip can't keep in the car Shinnin like a mutha fucker lookin lik a star Pull in my VIP bustin' down the guard She wanna fuck cause she seen my car You and her, menage a trois Louis belt like dat her Her friend they dikin [Hook] I ain't tellin no jokes my money ain't funny I'mma throw them bands We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds I'mma throw them bands Don't worry bout lames they ain't gettin no money I'mma throw them bands Yeah oh yeah yeaaah You know them red bottles cost me Louis V be costing We walk in the club we be droppin Doe Migo love talkin Future love talkin Travis they be talkin [Verse 3: Travis Porter] So I pull up, hop out Cameras, flash, bitches, pause, and they dance Say whats up wit you... You see me oh yea You wanna see sum cash I wanna see sum ass so why you fuckin playin I know you see these bands And they gone throw it to Cause them my fuckin man See me I'm throwin hunneds Just cause I fuckin can and That young nigga Ali - dat who I am...yea [Hook] I ain't tellin no jokes my money ain't funny I'mma throw them bands We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds I'mma throw them bands Don't worry bout lames they ain't gettin no money I'mma throw them bands Yeah oh yeah yeaaah You know them red bottles cost me Louis V be costing We walk in the club we be droppin Doe Migo love talkin Future love talkin Travis they be talkin