Travis Scott – Franchise (remix) (ft. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.) (Audio, Lyrics)

Travis Scott unveils the remix to “Franchise” now featuring Future, Young Thug & M.I.A. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Travis Scott, Teddy Walton & CHASE B.

Travis Scott Franchise (remix)

It appears that Utopia, if that is the name of Travis Scott’s forthcoming album, is coming soon. Just a little over a week after fans finally received the long-awaited “White Tee” collab with Young Thug, formally known as “Franchise,” the rapper is back with the remix enlisting Future for some assistance. Future simply adds his sauce into the mix with an additional verse while the original verses from the songs remain. Rumors of the remix have been circulating across the Internet all week, though Trav only confirmed the track’s existence 20 minutes before releasing it.

It’s been a busy few weeks for Travis Scott which could be a strong indication that his new album could arrive before the end of the year. He’s fresh off of his McDonald’s collaboration that had several locations selling out of basic ingredients. Meanwhile, he also penned “The Plan” for Christopher Nolan’s new movie, The Tenet.

Travis Scott – Franchise (remix) (ft. Future, Young Thug & M.I.A.) (prod. Travis Scott, Teddy Walton & CHASE B)

Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Haha, yeah

[Verse 1: Future & Travis Scott]
I made you get that Richard Mille and bust it down, bitch
I made you get that Patek, bust it, 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, yeah (You like a hundred mil’ up)
Yeah, ten Cuban links, I got game (Two hundred million)
Yeah, bought my first Rolex servin’ ‘caine
Yeah, told ya main thing, she the least, she can pour my cup
I put pink diamonds in your teeth, yup (Pluto)
Fully loaded, tote the magazine, yup (Super)
Bitch, I’m rollin’ and I’m on codeine, yeah (Bitch, I might)
Pussy good and deep, she belong to the streets, yeah
Swag in Tokyo and the plug Japanese, yeah
I been gettin’ my check before I knew what was Nikes (Knew what was)
Mix, breed, bad bitch buy me like I’m Tyson
P-J X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightning (Yeah)
Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand once
One fifty for the walk through, I’m totin’ my gun (Pew)
Me and slatt, slatt, that super slime and shit
Yeah, swappin’ hoes out, we just slime this bitch up (Swappin’, swappin’, alright)
Watch so froze, you know what time is now
Yeah, sak pasé, we shootin’ confident (Nap boule)
Buy a bitch a Birky, that’s a compliment, yeah (Straight up)
Ballin’ like the Lakers want a championship, yeah (Ooh, ooh)
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 gon’ wipe you before you wipe me (Phew)
On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 2: 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 her hyphy (Ah, ooh)
Incredible, icky-icky, general
I just start the label just to sign me
Uh, 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)

[Verse 3: 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-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)

[Outro: Travis Scott & M.I.A.]
‘Scuse me
Backin’ out of the cave, we built this shit off of pain
In the cup it built, I’m double-cuppin’ champagne
Come through in quintuplets, automatics, same name
Tryna show all my young niggas how to start up, believe
Coming through with no top, she showin’ in Mickey D
After twelve A.M., come through with special
Elevate, up the top, this shit got levels