FRANCHISE (REMIX) (REMIX|Explicit)

FRANCHISE (REMIX|Explicit) - Travis Scott/Future/Young Thug/M.I.A.

Lyrics by：Jacques Webster/Jeffery Williams/Mathangi Arulpragasam/Nayvadius Wilburn/Teddy Walton/Chase Benjamin/Bernard Leverette/Gerald Tiller/Jamall Willingham/Maurice Gleaton

Composed by：Jacques Webster/Jeffery Williams/Mathangi Arulpragasam/Nayvadius Wilburn/Teddy Walton/Chase Benjamin/Bernard Leverette/Gerald Tiller/Jamall Willingham/Maurice Gleaton

Future：

Haha yeah

Future/Travis Scott：

I made you get that Richard Millie bust it down b***h

I made you get that Patek right there bust it down b***h

I came from out the jungle with this s**t right on my arm no cap yeah

Yeah

I'm a franchise n***a yeah

You like a hundred mil' up

Yeah ten Cuban links I got gang

Two hundred million

Yeah bought my first Rolex serving 'caine

Yeah told ya main thing she the least she can pour my cup

Copping pink dollars in your tee yeah

Plug

Finna load it told the magazine yeah

Super

B***h I'm rollin' I'm on codeine yeah

B***h I might be

Pussy good and deep she belong to the streets yeah

Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese yeah

I been gettin' my check before a new album might glue up

Mix breed bad b***h buy me like I'm Tyson

B***h that X-rated know I make it thunder and lightning

Yeah

Take that n***a bean and bring my hundred thousand once

One fifty for the walkthrough I'm totin' my gun

Pew

Me and Slatt Slatt that super slime

Yeah swappin' hoes out we just slime this b***h up

Alright

Watch so froze you know what time is now

Yeah sak pasé we shootin' confident

Nap boule

High b***h a perky that's a compliment yeah

Straight up

Ballin' like the Lakers want a championship yeah

Ooh ooh

Turn up 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.：

Cacti's 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 icky-icky 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 private flights brrat

Popped 'em in his hands he was typin'

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 b***h

I'm higher than the plane I'm where the Skypes be

Doo doo doo doo hee

Yeah yep in my slime tee

Doo doo doo hee

Princey in his prime yee

Doo doo doo doo doo hee

Yellowbone too feisty yee

Doo doo doo doo doo hee

Clean him up no napkin yee

Doo

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 s**t off of pain

In the cup it built I'm double-cuppin' champagne

Come through in quintuplets automatics same name

All my youngins how they start to believe

Coming through with no top she showin' in Mickey D's

Up the twelve A.M come through and special

Over up the top and she got levels