Cross The Country-Migos Lyrics

“Cross The Country”

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’ (ba-bow)

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? (Shit)

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 (hot)

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

You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I’m a vet (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 (do it)

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

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 Actavis”

They talking bout that Actavis 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

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

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