Travis Scott feat. Young Thug & M.I.A. – FRANCHISE (Official Music Video)

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  1. Yeah
    Yeah-yeah, yeah
    Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

    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)

    Cacti's, not no iced tea (ah)
    Got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah)
    You need more than Google just to find me (ah)
    I just call her "bae" to get her hyphy (ah, ooh)
    (Incredible, icky-icky, general)
    I just start the label just to sign me
    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)

    Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (call 'em, hol' on, brrt)
    Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (on private flights, baow)
    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)
    RIP 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)
    Yup, in my Slime tee (doo, doo, doo, hee)
    Princey in his prime, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
    Yellowbone too feisty, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee)
    Clean him up, no napkin, yee (doo)

    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
    On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (ooh)

    '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 chippy-chippys (yeah)
    That'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
    Yup, yeah, you know that (slatt)
    And when they free us out, gon' 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

    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

    I-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.