FUTURE Pop Them Bands

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[Chorus]
I ain’t tellin no jokes my money ain’t funny
Imma throw them bands
We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds
Imma throw them bands
Don’t worry bout lames they ain’t gettin no money
Imma 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

[Future]
Aint 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 imma 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

[Chorus]
I ain’t tellin no jokes my money ain’t funny
Imma throw them bands
We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds
Imma throw them bands
Don’t worry bout lames they ain’t gettin no money
Imma 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

[Travis Porter]
Pop 1 pop 2 pop 3 ain’t nuthin boo thug life like pac boo bands on bands get loose
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 cant 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 ronda trov louis belt like dat her her friend they dikin

[Chorus]
I ain’t tellin no jokes my money ain’t funny
Imma throw them bands
We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds
Imma throw them bands
Don’t worry bout lames they ain’t gettin no money
Imma 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

[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 jus cause I fuckin can and that young nigga Ali dat who I am…yea

[Chorus]
I ain’t tellin no jokes my money ain’t funny
Imma throw them bands
We rollin up blunts and throwing up hunneds
Imma throw them bands
Don’t worry bout lames they ain’t gettin no money
Imma 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

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