Franchise is the latest single by American rapper, Travis Scott.
Travis links up with American rapper, Young Thug along with English rapper and record producer, M.I.A.
Listen to the track in the player below, followed by Travis Scott Franchise lyrics and the music video at the end!
Travis Scott Franchise Lyrics
[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
Unboxing my checks not my Nikes (Yeah)
[Verse: 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 general
I 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 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, yeah
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)
RIP Pop, keep the smoke (Ayy, slatt)
Ayy, talk to me nicely (Talk to me nicely)
Keep her on the 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, 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), yeah
Call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (It’s lit)
They gon’ wipe you, before you wipe me
Unboxing my checks not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)
[Verse 3: M.I.A., Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Excuse me, si-si-si-si-si-si-si
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 goin to spend
Tell me when you need me to pull up
You goin’ to shootout while I spin
Trippin’ like I’m trigger happy
Salt fish, ackee, ackee, golf buggy
Kawasaki, catch a fish, Sushi, maki, livin’ life
London 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 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
They 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, unboxing the checks not my
Checks, not my
[Outro: M.I.A.]
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.!
Written by Bernard Leverette, Chase Benjamin, Gerald Tiller, Jacques Webster, Jamall Willingham, Jeffery Williams, Mathangi, Arulpragasam, Maurice Gleaton, and Teddy Walton.
Produced by Chase B, Teddy Walton, and Scott.
