[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 n***a 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 n***a 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' n***a 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 n***a, 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