FRANCHISE (Promo CD Version)

[Intro: Travis Scott]

Yeah

Yeah-yeah, yeah

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm

[Chorus: Travis Scott & Young Thug]

Yup, in my white tee

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please

Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me

On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Travis Scott, M.I.A. & Young Thug]

Coco like I'm Ice-T (Hah)

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

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

Uh, I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (Ah, ooh)

Incredible, icki-icki, in general

I just start the label just to sign me (Woo, woo, ooh)

Uh, me and Chasе connected like wе Siamese

(Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh)

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 2: 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) 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 (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)

[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 3: M.I.A., Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]

'Scuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man

Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy

Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (Yeah)

There's a lot I'm gon' spend

Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin

Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee

Golf buggy, Kawasaki; catch a fish: sushi, maki, livin' life

London city, left the town (Ah)

Thug and Travis be the fam

[Verse 4: Travis Scott & Young Thug]

Yup, 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 Pollack

I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies

I'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 Zootopia

You see the crosses over ya (Yeah), that's how you know it's us

At 4 A.M. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub

Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck

[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Yup, in my white tee (Yeah)

Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please

Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me

Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my

[Outro: M.I.A.]

(Maya!) I be where the fuck the light be

Bangers in the system, it's

Bangers in the system, it's

Ancient Anunnaki

Bangers in the system, it's that

Bangers in the system, it's that

M.I.A.​