FRANCHISE (REMIX) lyrics - Travis Scott (feat. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.)

[Future:]

Haha, yeah

[Future {Travis Scott}:]

I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch

I made you get that Patek first and bust it down, bitch

I came from out the jungle with this shit written on my arm, no cap (Yeah) {Yeah}

I'm a franchise nigga, yup (You like a hundred mil' up)

Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game {Two hundred million}

Yeah, I bought my first Rollie servin' 'caine, yeah

Told your main thing, shit, at least she can pour my cup

I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto)

Fully loaded, totin' magazine, yup (Super)

Bitch, I'm rollin' and I'm on codeine, yup (Bitch, I might be)

Pussy good and deep, she belongs to the streets, yeah

Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah

I been gettin' my checks before I knew what was Nikes (Knew what was Nikes)

Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson

PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' {Yeah}

Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones

One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm totin' my gun (Pew)

Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit (Super Slimey, ayy)

Swappin' hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah (Swappin', yeah) {Alright}

Watch so froze, don't know what time it is now, yeah

Sak pasé, we shootin' with confidence (N'ap boule)

Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah {Straight up}

Ballin' like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah {Ooh, ooh}

Pluto {Freeband Gang (It's lit)}

[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}

[Travis Scott, M.I.A. *Young Thug*:]

Cactis, not no iced tea (Ah)

Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (Ah)

Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (Ah)

Uh, I just called up bae to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

{Incredible, i-i, i-i, general}

I just start the label just to sign me

Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)

Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree, talk to me nicely (Yeah)

*I seen his face, seen it* Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)

[Young Thug:]

Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)

Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (On the private flights, brrat)

Popped him in his hands, he was typing (Da, da, da)

Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)

I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)

Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)

Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)

R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)

Talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)

Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (That ain't like me)

Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)

I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (Doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Yep, in my slime tee (Doot, doot-doot, hee)

Prince, he in his prime, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Yellowbone too feisty, yee (Doot, doot, doot-doot, doot, hee)

Clean him up, no napkin, yee (Doot)

[Travis Scott {Young Thug}:]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh) {Yeah}

[Travis Scott {M.I.A.}:]

{'Scuse me}

Backin' out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain

In the corporate buildin' I'm double-cuppin' champagne

Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name

Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe

Comin' through with no top, she showin' the Mickey D's

After twelve A.M., come through with a special

Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels