FRANCHISE (REMIX) (Feat. Future, Young Thug, M.I.A.)

Haha, yeah Verse 1: 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 chеcks before I knew what was Nikеs 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 pase, 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 Chorus: 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 Verse 2: 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 Verse 3: 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 Chorus: 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 Outro: 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