FRANCHISE [REMIX]

Haha Yeah 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 your 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) Mixed breed bad bitch, bite me like I'm Tyson PJ X-rated, know I make it thunder and lightnin' (yeah) Take that nigga bean and bring my hundred thousand ones One fifty for the walk through, I'm totin' my gun (pew) Me and slatt, slatt, that super slime and shit (super slime, ayy) Yeah, swappin' hoes out, we just slime this bitch up (swappin', yeah, alright) Watch so froze, don't know what time is now Yeah, sak pase, we shootin' with confidence (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) 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 (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 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 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