Official Music Video
Pop Them Bands by Future
Lyrics & Translation
English
This shit right here on Pluto
Yeah, them Pluto bands, man
Future
Travis
(Cut it up) Porter
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Ain't telling no joke, I'm running out of loud
I'm popping them bands, they looking like wow, wow, wow
Ain't worry bout young nigga joking 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 berserk, dropping bands on Syrup
Fuck scout, foo foo, young nigga getting murked
Got bands, got bands, got bands, got bands
That's all I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying
You thank I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing
And my little nigga get to spraying
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Pop one, pop two, pop three, ain't nothing, 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
Shining like a motherfucker, looking like a star
I pull in the VIP, busting 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 diking
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
So I pull up, hop out, cameras, flash
Bitches, pause, and they, dance
Say "What's up with you?" You see me? Oh yeah?
You wanna see some cash? I wanna see some ass (OK)
So why you fucking playing? (OK)
I know you see these bands (Don't play)
And they're gon' throw it too (Say what?)
'Cause them my fucking mans (They is)
See me, I'm throwing hundreds (I'm throwing)
Just 'cause I fucking can (I can)
And that young nigga, Ali, that's who I am, yeah
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of Pop Them Bands by Future
Pop Them Bands* (original Future)
This shit right here on Pluto
Yeah, them Pluto bands, man
Future
Travis
(Cut it up) Porter
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Ain't telling no joke, I'm running out of loud
I'm popping them bands, they looking like wow, wow, wow
Ain't worry bout young nigga joking 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 berserk, dropping bands on Syrup
Fuck scout, foo foo, young nigga getting murked
Got bands, got bands, got bands, got bands
That's all I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying, I'm saying
You thank I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing, I'm playing
And my little nigga get to spraying
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Pop one, pop two, pop three, ain't nothing, 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
Shining like a motherfucker, looking like a star
I pull in the VIP, busting 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 diking
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
So I pull up, hop out, cameras, flash
Bitches, pause, and they, dance
Say "What's up with you?" You see me? Oh yeah?
You wanna see some cash? I wanna see some ass (OK)
So why you fucking playing? (OK)
I know you see these bands (Don't play)
And they're gon' throw it too (Say what?)
'Cause them my fucking mans (They is)
See me, I'm throwing hundreds (I'm throwing)
Just 'cause I fucking can (I can)
And that young nigga, Ali, that's who I am, yeah
I ain't telling no jokes, my money ain't funny
I'ma throw them bands
We rolling up blunts and throwing up hundreds
I'ma throw them bands
Don't worry 'bout a lame, they ain't getting 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 dropping
The migo' love talking
Future love talking
Travis, they be talking
Yeah
Pop Them Bands (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Esta mierda aquí mismo en Plutón
Sí, esas bandas de Plutón, hombre
Future
Travis
(Córtalo) Porter
No estoy contando chistes, mi dinero no es gracioso
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Estamos enrollando porros y lanzando cientos
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
No te preocupes por un tonto, no están recibiendo dinero
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Sí
Sabes que esas botellas rojas cuestan
Louis V cuesta
Entramos en el club, estamos dejando caer
Al migo' le encanta hablar
A Future le encanta hablar
Travis, ellos están hablando
Sí
No estoy contando ningún chiste, me estoy quedando sin hierba
Estoy reventando esas bandas, se ven como wow, wow, wow
No me preocupo por el joven negro que bromea con mi estilo
Dejo caer bandas en una perra, puedo hacer que una perra se sienta orgullosa
Puedo comprarle un bolso a una perra, uno [?] en un twerk
Me voy a volver loco, dejando caer bandas en Syrup
A la mierda el explorador, foo foo, joven negro siendo asesinado
Tengo bandas, tengo bandas, tengo bandas, tengo bandas
Eso es todo lo que estoy diciendo, estoy diciendo, estoy diciendo, estoy diciendo
Crees que estoy jugando, estoy jugando, estoy jugando, estoy jugando
Y mi pequeño negro empieza a rociar
No estoy contando chistes, mi dinero no es gracioso
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Estamos enrollando porros y lanzando cientos
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
No te preocupes por un tonto, no están recibiendo dinero
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Sí
Sabes que esas botellas rojas cuestan
Louis V cuesta
Entramos en el club, estamos dejando caer
Al migo' le encanta hablar
A Future le encanta hablar
Travis, ellos están hablando
Sí
Revienta uno, revienta dos, revienta tres, no es nada, boo
Vida de matón, como Pac boo
Las bandas en las bandas se sueltan (Sí)
Mi dinero no se dobla (No)
Fumado, ahogado
Todo negro, estoy loco
Llega al club, luego compra todo el bar
Lo guardo en mi cadera, no puedo guardarlo en el coche
Brillando como un hijo de puta, pareciendo una estrella
Entro en el VIP, destrozando el 'gar
Ella solo quiere follar, porque vio mi coche
Tú y ella, menage a trois
Cinturón de Louis, a ella le gusta eso
Ella y su amiga, están marimacheando
No estoy contando chistes, mi dinero no es gracioso
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Estamos enrollando porros y lanzando cientos
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
No te preocupes por un tonto, no están recibiendo dinero
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Sí
Sabes que esas botellas rojas cuestan
Louis V cuesta
Entramos en el club, estamos dejando caer
Al migo' le encanta hablar
A Future le encanta hablar
Travis, ellos están hablando
Sí
Así que llego, salgo, cámaras, flash
Perra, pausa, y ellas, bailan
Di "¿Qué te pasa?" ¿Me ves? ¿Oh, sí?
¿Quieres ver algo de dinero? Quiero ver algo de trasero (OK)
Entonces, ¿por qué estás jugando? (OK)
Sé que ves estas bandas (No juegues)
Y ellos también lo van a tirar (¿Di qué?)
Porque esos son mis putos hombres (Lo son)
Mírame, estoy tirando cientos (Estoy tirando)
Solo porque puedo (Puedo)
Y ese joven negro, Ali, eso es lo que soy, sí
No estoy contando chistes, mi dinero no es gracioso
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Estamos enrollando porros y lanzando cientos
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
No te preocupes por un tonto, no están recibiendo dinero
Voy a lanzar esas bandas
Sí
Sabes que esas botellas rojas cuestan
Louis V cuesta
Entramos en el club, estamos dejando caer
Al migo' le encanta hablar
A Future le encanta hablar
Travis, ellos están hablando
Sí
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