Pop Them Bands Future (Ft. Travis Porter)

[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 [?] 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'