[Intro]
Franchise, Franchise
(Kid Wond3r, you made this?)
Franchise, Franchise
[Verse]
Them niggas that be gossiping and broke, they is not us
Leave your Trackhawk around gang, it's gon' be our truck
It's so many bad bitches on me, I ain't even got one
I'm shooting with this Glock, flip the switch, and it'll act up
On the FaceTime with Snow, he got about eighty on his neck
Fuck your PPP, I got a real check
You the one that think you hard, we ain't play the song yet
I swear to God these niggas weak, I ain't cutting on shit
AMG hard top just for when a nigga chilling
I knew way before the news, shit, that's 'cause my niggas did it
If you fuck with 'еm, duck with 'em when this choppa's spitting
I swear to God, my first dеal gon' be ten to twenty million
I got a rich nigga appetite, I be eating lavish
Twelve hundred for these shorts, I don't care, I gotta have 'em
Three hundred dollar steak, it feel like I'm eating fashion
Three hundred dollar steak, I'm gon' treat it like a salad
Take a sip, then I feel good
You know you can't afford to move
I send them hitters, it won't look good
My niggas who stay loyal, that's the one's I'm proud of
Shit, my nigga say I'm tripping, put that nigga in a 'Wood
Brodie nodded off, I think the aliens done took him
Niggas out here fake sipping, this ain't nothing to be proud of
I ain't have to pay a dollar, they gonna do it off of [?]
FN Five-seveN, shit, it look like a toy gun
My house so big, I could fit a whole community
Swear to God, I've been getting so much money, it's like it's two of me
I be seeing through all that fake shit, they just some wannabes
I promise I'ma do it like I'm Future, boy, you Jodeci
Let's talk pints, name a young nigga who drink more than me
I heard your man stood on the stand like a spelling bee
I promise my outfit ain't from here, it's from overseas
I been told her to leave me alone, she still calling me
I been getting money for so long, it ain't new to me
I swear to God, she love my cologne, she all over me
I'm all hit, you gon' need a bag for a verse from me
I love that Wock', I just lick all on her, she so good to me
Franchise, Franchise
(Kid Wond3r, you made this?)
Franchise, Franchise
[Verse]
Them niggas that be gossiping and broke, they is not us
Leave your Trackhawk around gang, it's gon' be our truck
It's so many bad bitches on me, I ain't even got one
I'm shooting with this Glock, flip the switch, and it'll act up
On the FaceTime with Snow, he got about eighty on his neck
Fuck your PPP, I got a real check
You the one that think you hard, we ain't play the song yet
I swear to God these niggas weak, I ain't cutting on shit
AMG hard top just for when a nigga chilling
I knew way before the news, shit, that's 'cause my niggas did it
If you fuck with 'еm, duck with 'em when this choppa's spitting
I swear to God, my first dеal gon' be ten to twenty million
I got a rich nigga appetite, I be eating lavish
Twelve hundred for these shorts, I don't care, I gotta have 'em
Three hundred dollar steak, it feel like I'm eating fashion
Three hundred dollar steak, I'm gon' treat it like a salad
Take a sip, then I feel good
You know you can't afford to move
I send them hitters, it won't look good
My niggas who stay loyal, that's the one's I'm proud of
Shit, my nigga say I'm tripping, put that nigga in a 'Wood
Brodie nodded off, I think the aliens done took him
Niggas out here fake sipping, this ain't nothing to be proud of
I ain't have to pay a dollar, they gonna do it off of [?]
FN Five-seveN, shit, it look like a toy gun
My house so big, I could fit a whole community
Swear to God, I've been getting so much money, it's like it's two of me
I be seeing through all that fake shit, they just some wannabes
I promise I'ma do it like I'm Future, boy, you Jodeci
Let's talk pints, name a young nigga who drink more than me
I heard your man stood on the stand like a spelling bee
I promise my outfit ain't from here, it's from overseas
I been told her to leave me alone, she still calling me
I been getting money for so long, it ain't new to me
I swear to God, she love my cologne, she all over me
I'm all hit, you gon' need a bag for a verse from me
I love that Wock', I just lick all on her, she so good to me
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