Future - Pop Them Bands [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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