Cross The Country Lyrics - Migos

It's been a long time coming 

From young niggas to young rich niggas 

It's DJ Durel and I'd like to welcome you to Rich Nigga Timeline 

Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac 

Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' 

Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it 

Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real 

What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? 

You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about 

Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth 

Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down 

Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve 

Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved 

I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low 

Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo 

You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet 

'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet 

No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet 

Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check 

I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions 

At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties 

There's levels to this shit like Meek said 

And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it 

After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious 

Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga 

And all he wanted was a picture 

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I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga 

Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga 

A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him 

White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim 

Now people they screaming out "Free Activis" 

They talking bout that Activis be discontinued 

Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic 

Catch me riding with packs in my rental 

Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue 

Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food 

Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues 

24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool 

Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee 

Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny 

Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies 

Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming 

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Cross the country, cross the country 

You may never been there, catch me cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

She don't understand English but she want me 

Cross the country, cross the country 

I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country 

When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name 

I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain 

Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang 

Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan 

On my first lick, only got a little bit of change 

Thinking like Obama, something gotta change 

Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains 

When I got outta jail, did the same thing 

I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang 

Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring 

My niggas be trapping the gas, propane 

Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang 

I was getting money, way before the rap game 

As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain 

They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain 

You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang 

Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie 

Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride 

They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five 

I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die 

When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies 

I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes 

The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive 

Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride 

My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye 

You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by 

Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly 

Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy 

Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly 

Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire 

Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino 

Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll 

Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold 

Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float 

On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks 

She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho 

Big bank take little bank 

Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake 

Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider 

Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator 

Cross the country, cross the country 

You may never been there, catch me cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

She don't understand English but she want me 

Cross the country, cross the country 

I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country 

Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming 

And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me 

And the whole word know that a young nigga rap 

But a pussy nigga better not provoke me 

Came in the game with the formula, sold it 

Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies 

Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you 

All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's 

Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony 

Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey 

Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun 

And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon 

My niggas collecting extortion funds 

We built an empire like Megatron 

QC the label, Migo the gang 

Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame 

No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine 

Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing 

Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain 

Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit 

Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him 

I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him 

If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him 

Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita 

He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him 

Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment 

They say he got work, now I own it 

Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen 

In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace 

Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman 

All types of Euros and Yen 

I got money in Berlin 

I told the Lord forgive me for my sins 

Cause I don't wanna do it again 

Cross the country, cross the country 

You may never been there, catch me cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country 

Cross the country, cross the country 

She don't understand English but she want me 

Cross the country, cross the country 

I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country