LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeFranchise (Feat. Young Thug & M.I.A)
[Intro: Travis Scott]YeahYeah-yeah, yeahMM-hmm, mm-hmmMM-hmm, mm-hmm[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]Yup, in my white tee, yeahCall up Hype Williams for the hype, pleaseUh, they gon' wipe you, before you wipe meUnboxing my checks not my Nikes (Yeah)[Verse 1: 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 a hyphey (Ah, ooh)Incredible, ici-ici generalI just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, woo)Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh)We've been on the run, feel like a crime spreeTalk to me nicely (Yeah) , I seen his face (Seen it)Yup, on his white tee, uh (Let's go)[Verse 2: Young Thug]Yeah, yeahCall the Sprite people (Call 'em, hol' on, brrt)Private flight to FranceTryna sight-see (On private flights, brrat)Popped 'em in his handsHe was typin' (Da, da, da)Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (Up)I went on the standTold the judge to pass my cup (Ayy)Ran up twenty millionTold the Devil, "Keep the luck" (Luck)Keep that, keep that ho (Uh-uh)RIP Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)Ayy, talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)Keep her on the chainThat ain't like me (That ain't like me)Scotts with no stringsYou can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, bitch)I'm higher than the planeI'm where the Skypes be (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (Doo, doo, doo, hee)Princey in his prime, hee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)Yellowbone too feisty, hee (Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)Clean him up, no napkin, hee (Doo)[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]Yup, in my white tee (Yeah) , yeahCall up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It's lit)They gon' wipe you, before you wipe meUnboxing my checks not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)[Verse 3: M. I. A. , Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]Excuse me, si-si-si-si-si-si-siDon't be missin', man, Mississippi, dip a sippyMake 'em happy, make 'em copyMake 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)There's a lot I'm goin to spendTell me when you need me to pull upYou goin' to shootout while I spinTrippin' like I'm trigger happySalt fish, ackee, ackee, golf buggyKawasaki, catch a fish, Sushi, maki, livin' lifeLondon city, left the town (Ah)Thug and Travis be that fam[Verse 4: Travis Scott & Young Thug]Yeah, you know that (Slatt)And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (Yeah)Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like PollackI've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendenciesI've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock, I provide the remedy (Let's go)When we open gates up at Utopia (It's lit)It's like ZootopiaYou see the crosses over ya (Yeah)That's how you know it's usAt 4 A. M. I'm phonin' ya'Not for no shoulder rubThem JACKBOYS open cleaners upThey way they fold and tuck[Chorus: Travis Scott]Yup, in my white tee (Yeah) , yeahCall up Hype Williams for the hype, pleaseYeah, they gon' wipe you, before you wipe meYeah, unboxing the checks not myChecks, not my[Outro: M. I. A.]I-I be where the fuck the light beBangers in the systemIt's bangers in the systemIt's ancient AnunnakiBangers in the systemIt's that, bangers in the system, it's that
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