Migos - Cross the Country lyrics
[Migos - Cross the Country lyrics]
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 jewelry
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
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 jewelry
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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