Franchise (Remix) Lyrics – Travis Scott & Future

[Intro: Future]
Haha, yeah

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & Future]
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 serving '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, toting magazine, yup (Super)
Bitch, I'm rolling 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 getting 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 lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga BIN and bring me a hundred thousand ones
One fifty for the walkthrough, I'm toting my gun (Pew)
Me and slatt, slatt, that's Super Slimey shit
(Super Slimey, ayy)
Swapping hoes out, we just slimed the bitch out, yeah
(Swapping, yeah, alright)
Watch so froze, don't know what time it is now, yeah
Sak pasé, we shooting with confidence (N'ap boule)
Buy a bitch a Birkie, that's a compliment, yeah
(Straight up)
Balling like the Lakers, won a championship, yeah
(Oh, oh)
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 gone wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Oh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Young Thug & M.I.A.]
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, oh)
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, oh, oh)
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, hold 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, hold 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 gone wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Oh, yeah)

[Outro: Travis Scott & M.I.A.]
Xcuse me!
Backing out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
In the corporate building I'm double-cupping champagne
Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young niggas how to start to believe
Coming through with no top, she showing the Mickey D's
After twelve A.M., come through with a special
Elevator, up to the top, this shit got levels