[{"id":12911552,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Migos Videos","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.26] Roll another one\n[00:13.87] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.19] Yeah\n[00:18.18] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.22] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.52] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.18] Real diemond\n[00:31.58] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.71] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.46] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.33] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.26] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.12] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.05] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.85] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.98] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.87] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.07] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.96] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.81] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.75] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.84] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.78] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.39] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.42] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.03] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.78] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.45] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.33] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.17] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.67] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.45] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.06] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.76] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.45] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.36] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.32] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.09] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.33] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.45] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.14] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.48] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.33] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.72] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.68] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.47] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.52] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.63] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.52] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.51] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.90] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.61] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.77] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.85] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.62] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.52] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.49] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.80] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.53] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.46] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.36] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.79] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.42] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.38] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.48] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.56] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.63] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.43] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.34] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.27] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.35] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.29] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.38] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.43] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.46] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.30] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.47] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.18] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.81] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.67] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.10] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.05] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.34] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.25] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.17] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.27] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.14] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.17] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.18] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.46] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.52] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.97] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.60] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.33] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.86] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.16] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.01] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.39] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.63] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.72] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.57] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.32] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.13] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.85] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.54] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.89] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.10] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.10] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.26] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.66] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.54] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.74] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.94] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.87] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.78] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.60] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.34] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.80] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.57] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.86] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.37] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.03] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.40] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.00] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.12] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Migos Videos\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11260\n  end_ms: 13870\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13870\n  end_ms: 16190\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 21220\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21220\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 29180\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29180\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37460\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37460\n  end_ms: 40330\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40330\n  end_ms: 42260\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42260\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46050\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46050\n  end_ms: 47850\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47850\n  end_ms: 49980\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49980\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56070\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56070\n  end_ms: 57960\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57960\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 63750\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63750\n  end_ms: 65840\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65840\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75420\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75420\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 81780\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81780\n  end_ms: 83450\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83450\n  end_ms: 85330\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85330\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92450\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92450\n  end_ms: 94060\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94060\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 97450\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97450\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 101320\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101320\n  end_ms: 103090\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103090\n  end_ms: 105330\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105330\n  end_ms: 107450\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107450\n  end_ms: 109140\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109140\n  end_ms: 111480\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111480\n  end_ms: 115330\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115330\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 124140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124140\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129680\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129680\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 137520\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137520\n  end_ms: 143630\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143630\n  end_ms: 145520\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145520\n  end_ms: 147510\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147510\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 151610\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151610\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155770\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155770\n  end_ms: 157850\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157850\n  end_ms: 159620\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159620\n  end_ms: 161520\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161520\n  end_ms: 163490\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163490\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167800\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167800\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 174360\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174360\n  end_ms: 175790\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175790\n  end_ms: 177420\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177420\n  end_ms: 179380\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179380\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 183560\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183560\n  end_ms: 185630\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185630\n  end_ms: 187430\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187430\n  end_ms: 189340\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189340\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 193350\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193350\n  end_ms: 195290\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195290\n  end_ms: 197380\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197380\n  end_ms: 199430\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199430\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 205470\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205470\n  end_ms: 207180\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207180\n  end_ms: 208810\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208810\n  end_ms: 210670\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210670\n  end_ms: 213100\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213100\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217340\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217340\n  end_ms: 219250\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219250\n  end_ms: 221170\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221170\n  end_ms: 223270\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223270\n  end_ms: 227140\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227140\n  end_ms: 231170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231170\n  end_ms: 235170\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235170\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 243230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243230\n  end_ms: 247430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247430\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255460\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255460\n  end_ms: 259520\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259520\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267970\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267970\n  end_ms: 269600\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269600\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273330\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273330\n  end_ms: 275860\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275860\n  end_ms: 277160\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277160\n  end_ms: 279010\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279010\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285720\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285720\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 296130\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296130\n  end_ms: 297850\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297850\n  end_ms: 299540\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299540\n  end_ms: 301890\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301890\n  end_ms: 307100\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307100\n  end_ms: 313100\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313100\n  end_ms: 316260\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316260\n  end_ms: 316660\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316660\n  end_ms: 319540\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319540\n  end_ms: 323740\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323740\n  end_ms: 327940\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327940\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331870\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331870\n  end_ms: 333780\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333780\n  end_ms: 335600\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335600\n  end_ms: 337340\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337340\n  end_ms: 339800\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339800\n  end_ms: 341570\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341570\n  end_ms: 343860\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343860\n  end_ms: 347370\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347370\n  end_ms: 351170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351170\n  end_ms: 355030\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355030\n  end_ms: 359400\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359400\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367000\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367000\n  end_ms: 371120\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371120\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375130\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":3605368,"name":"Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]","trackName":"Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Migos - Rich Nigga Timeline","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Migos\n[00:06.38] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.20] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.15] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.58] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.12] Real diemond\n[00:31.52] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.73] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.99] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.30] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.22] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.13] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.08] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.87] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.95] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.93] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.07] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.96] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.25] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.83] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.75] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.84] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.70] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.37] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.41] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.05] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.71] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.31] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.17] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.69] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.49] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.72] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.43] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.38] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.35] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.04] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.30] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.49] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.12] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.48] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.35] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.72] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.11] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.32] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.69] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.47] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.55] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.64] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.51] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.55] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.90] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.68] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.66] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.78] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.84] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.68] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.52] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.45] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.76] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.81] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.55] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.45] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.33] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.78] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.44] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.39] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.42] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.54] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.68] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.45] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.33] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.23] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.38] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.25] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.35] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.47] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.42] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.31] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.41] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.14] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.86] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.62] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.03] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.31] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.27] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.12] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.23] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.13] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.18] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.15] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.19] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.49] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.27] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.48] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.68] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.50] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.03] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.97] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.66] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.96] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.31] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.84] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.12] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.07] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.31] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.65] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.53] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.39] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.15] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.86] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.51] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.88] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.17] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.19] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.21] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.60] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.52] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.79] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.83] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.60] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.31] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.84] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.50] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.84] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.01] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.22] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.03] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.11] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:27.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Migos - Rich Nigga Timeline\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16150\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16150\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 33730\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33730\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 42220\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42220\n  end_ms: 44130\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44130\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 49950\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49950\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53930\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53930\n  end_ms: 56070\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56070\n  end_ms: 57960\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57960\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 61830\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61830\n  end_ms: 63750\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63750\n  end_ms: 65840\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65840\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72370\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72370\n  end_ms: 75410\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75410\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80050\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80050\n  end_ms: 81710\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81710\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85310\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85310\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89690\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89690\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 97430\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97430\n  end_ms: 99380\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99380\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 103040\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103040\n  end_ms: 105300\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105300\n  end_ms: 107490\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107490\n  end_ms: 109120\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109120\n  end_ms: 111480\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111480\n  end_ms: 115350\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115350\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 124110\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124110\n  end_ms: 127320\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127320\n  end_ms: 129690\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129690\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 143640\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143640\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 147550\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147550\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 153660\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153660\n  end_ms: 155780\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155780\n  end_ms: 157840\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157840\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 161520\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161520\n  end_ms: 163450\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163450\n  end_ms: 165760\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165760\n  end_ms: 167810\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167810\n  end_ms: 169550\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169550\n  end_ms: 171450\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171450\n  end_ms: 174330\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174330\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177440\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177440\n  end_ms: 179390\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179390\n  end_ms: 181420\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181420\n  end_ms: 183540\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183540\n  end_ms: 185680\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185680\n  end_ms: 187450\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187450\n  end_ms: 189330\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189330\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 193380\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193380\n  end_ms: 195250\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195250\n  end_ms: 197350\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197350\n  end_ms: 199470\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199470\n  end_ms: 201420\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201420\n  end_ms: 203310\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203310\n  end_ms: 205410\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205410\n  end_ms: 207140\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207140\n  end_ms: 208860\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208860\n  end_ms: 210620\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210620\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215030\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215030\n  end_ms: 217310\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217310\n  end_ms: 219270\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219270\n  end_ms: 221120\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221120\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 227130\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227130\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 235150\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235150\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247490\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247490\n  end_ms: 251270\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251270\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 259680\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259680\n  end_ms: 263500\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263500\n  end_ms: 266030\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266030\n  end_ms: 267970\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267970\n  end_ms: 269660\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269660\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273310\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273310\n  end_ms: 275840\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275840\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279070\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279070\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283650\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283650\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 292390\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292390\n  end_ms: 296150\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296150\n  end_ms: 297860\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297860\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 301880\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301880\n  end_ms: 307170\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307170\n  end_ms: 313190\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313190\n  end_ms: 316210\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316210\n  end_ms: 316600\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316600\n  end_ms: 319520\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319520\n  end_ms: 323790\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323790\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331830\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331830\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335600\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335600\n  end_ms: 337310\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337310\n  end_ms: 339840\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339840\n  end_ms: 341500\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341500\n  end_ms: 343840\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343840\n  end_ms: 347320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347320\n  end_ms: 351170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351170\n  end_ms: 355010\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355010\n  end_ms: 359430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359430\n  end_ms: 363220\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363220\n  end_ms: 367030\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367030\n  end_ms: 371110\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371110\n  end_ms: 387540\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":4940436,"name":"Cross the Country","trackName":"Cross the Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Nigga Timeline","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.29] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.08] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.50] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.10] Real diemond\n[00:31.55] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.84] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.36] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.25] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.15] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.00] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.86] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.90] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.08] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.97] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.82] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.77] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.86] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.74] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.31] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.46] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.06] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.75] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.34] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.10] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.68] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.44] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.73] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.48] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.31] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.36] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.05] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.36] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.42] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.15] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.74] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.10] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.61] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.53] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.69] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.58] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.57] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.85] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.70] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.74] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.86] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.69] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.58] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.41] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.86] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.54] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.49] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.39] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.73] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.40] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.36] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.49] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.57] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.69] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.44] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.30] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.21] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.39] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.21] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.32] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.40] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.43] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.35] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.40] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.12] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.82] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.65] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.06] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.30] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.29] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.15] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.28] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.19] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.15] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.14] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.44] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.44] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.51] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.92] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.64] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.37] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.89] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.18] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.02] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.32] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.68] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.50] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.30] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.16] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.83] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.56] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.82] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.05] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.06] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.28] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.67] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.56] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.78] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.81] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.64] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.38] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.85] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.59] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.82] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.38] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.13] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.08] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.45] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.07] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.17] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross the Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Nigga Timeline\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26500\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26500\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 31550\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31550\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 47860\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47860\n  end_ms: 49900\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49900\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 63770\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63770\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 67740\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67740\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72310\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72310\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85340\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85340\n  end_ms: 87100\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87100\n  end_ms: 89680\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89680\n  end_ms: 92440\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92440\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95730\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95730\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 99310\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99310\n  end_ms: 101360\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101360\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 135430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135430\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 145580\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145580\n  end_ms: 147570\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147570\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157860\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157860\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 161580\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161580\n  end_ms: 163410\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163410\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 169540\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169540\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 174390\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174390\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185690\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185690\n  end_ms: 187440\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187440\n  end_ms: 189300\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189300\n  end_ms: 191210\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191210\n  end_ms: 193390\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193390\n  end_ms: 195210\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195210\n  end_ms: 197320\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197320\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199400\n  end_ms: 201430\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201430\n  end_ms: 203350\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203350\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 208820\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208820\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217300\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217300\n  end_ms: 219290\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219290\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 223280\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223280\n  end_ms: 227190\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227190\n  end_ms: 231150\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231150\n  end_ms: 235140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235140\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247440\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247440\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255440\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255440\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267920\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267920\n  end_ms: 269640\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269640\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 277180\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277180\n  end_ms: 279020\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279020\n  end_ms: 281320\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281320\n  end_ms: 283680\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283680\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287500\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287500\n  end_ms: 292300\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292300\n  end_ms: 296160\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296160\n  end_ms: 297830\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297830\n  end_ms: 299560\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299560\n  end_ms: 301820\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301820\n  end_ms: 307050\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307050\n  end_ms: 313060\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313060\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 316670\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316670\n  end_ms: 319560\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319560\n  end_ms: 323780\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323780\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331810\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331810\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335640\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335640\n  end_ms: 337380\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337380\n  end_ms: 339850\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339850\n  end_ms: 341590\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341590\n  end_ms: 343820\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343820\n  end_ms: 347380\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347380\n  end_ms: 351130\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351130\n  end_ms: 355080\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355080\n  end_ms: 359450\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359450\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367070\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367070\n  end_ms: 371170\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371170\n  end_ms: 375150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375150\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":3605367,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich N***a Timeline","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.81] Migos\n[00:06.38] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.20] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.15] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.58] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.12] Real diemond\n[00:31.52] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.73] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.99] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.30] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.22] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.13] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.08] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.87] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.95] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.93] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.07] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.96] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.25] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.83] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.75] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.84] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.70] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.37] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.41] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.05] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.71] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.31] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.17] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.69] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.49] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.72] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.43] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.38] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.35] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.04] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.30] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.49] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.12] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.48] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.35] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.72] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.11] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.32] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.69] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.47] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.55] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.64] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.51] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.55] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.90] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.68] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.66] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.78] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.84] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.68] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.52] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.45] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.76] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.81] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.55] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.45] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.33] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.78] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.44] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.39] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.42] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.54] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.68] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.45] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.33] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.23] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.38] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.25] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.35] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.47] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.42] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.31] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.41] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.14] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.86] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.62] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.03] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.31] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.27] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.12] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.23] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.13] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.18] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.15] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.19] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.49] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.27] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.48] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.68] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.50] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.03] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.97] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.66] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.96] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.31] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.84] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.12] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.07] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.31] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.65] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.53] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.39] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.15] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.86] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.51] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.88] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.17] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.19] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.21] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.60] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.52] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.79] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.83] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.60] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.31] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.84] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.50] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.84] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.01] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.22] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.03] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.11] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:27.54] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich N***a Timeline\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3810\n  end_ms: 6380\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6380\n  end_ms: 11200\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11200\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16150\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16150\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26580\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26580\n  end_ms: 29120\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29120\n  end_ms: 31520\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31520\n  end_ms: 33730\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33730\n  end_ms: 35990\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35990\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40300\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40300\n  end_ms: 42220\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42220\n  end_ms: 44130\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44130\n  end_ms: 46080\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46080\n  end_ms: 47870\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47870\n  end_ms: 49950\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49950\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53930\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53930\n  end_ms: 56070\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56070\n  end_ms: 57960\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57960\n  end_ms: 60250\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60250\n  end_ms: 61830\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61830\n  end_ms: 63750\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63750\n  end_ms: 65840\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65840\n  end_ms: 67700\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67700\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72370\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72370\n  end_ms: 75410\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75410\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80050\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80050\n  end_ms: 81710\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81710\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85310\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85310\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89690\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89690\n  end_ms: 92490\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92490\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95720\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95720\n  end_ms: 97430\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97430\n  end_ms: 99380\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99380\n  end_ms: 101350\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101350\n  end_ms: 103040\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103040\n  end_ms: 105300\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105300\n  end_ms: 107490\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107490\n  end_ms: 109120\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109120\n  end_ms: 111480\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111480\n  end_ms: 115350\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115350\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 124110\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124110\n  end_ms: 127320\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127320\n  end_ms: 129690\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129690\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 137550\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137550\n  end_ms: 143640\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143640\n  end_ms: 145510\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145510\n  end_ms: 147550\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147550\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 151680\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151680\n  end_ms: 153660\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153660\n  end_ms: 155780\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155780\n  end_ms: 157840\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157840\n  end_ms: 159680\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159680\n  end_ms: 161520\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161520\n  end_ms: 163450\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163450\n  end_ms: 165760\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165760\n  end_ms: 167810\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167810\n  end_ms: 169550\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169550\n  end_ms: 171450\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171450\n  end_ms: 174330\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174330\n  end_ms: 175780\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175780\n  end_ms: 177440\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177440\n  end_ms: 179390\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179390\n  end_ms: 181420\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181420\n  end_ms: 183540\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183540\n  end_ms: 185680\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185680\n  end_ms: 187450\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187450\n  end_ms: 189330\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189330\n  end_ms: 191230\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191230\n  end_ms: 193380\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193380\n  end_ms: 195250\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195250\n  end_ms: 197350\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197350\n  end_ms: 199470\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199470\n  end_ms: 201420\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201420\n  end_ms: 203310\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203310\n  end_ms: 205410\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205410\n  end_ms: 207140\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207140\n  end_ms: 208860\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208860\n  end_ms: 210620\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210620\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215030\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215030\n  end_ms: 217310\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217310\n  end_ms: 219270\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219270\n  end_ms: 221120\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221120\n  end_ms: 223230\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223230\n  end_ms: 227130\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227130\n  end_ms: 231180\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231180\n  end_ms: 235150\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235150\n  end_ms: 239190\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239190\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247490\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247490\n  end_ms: 251270\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251270\n  end_ms: 255480\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255480\n  end_ms: 259680\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259680\n  end_ms: 263500\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263500\n  end_ms: 266030\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266030\n  end_ms: 267970\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267970\n  end_ms: 269660\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269660\n  end_ms: 271960\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271960\n  end_ms: 273310\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273310\n  end_ms: 275840\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275840\n  end_ms: 277120\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277120\n  end_ms: 279070\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279070\n  end_ms: 281310\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281310\n  end_ms: 283650\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283650\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287530\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287530\n  end_ms: 292390\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292390\n  end_ms: 296150\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296150\n  end_ms: 297860\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297860\n  end_ms: 299510\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299510\n  end_ms: 301880\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301880\n  end_ms: 307170\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307170\n  end_ms: 313190\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313190\n  end_ms: 316210\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316210\n  end_ms: 316600\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316600\n  end_ms: 319520\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319520\n  end_ms: 323790\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323790\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331830\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331830\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335600\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335600\n  end_ms: 337310\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337310\n  end_ms: 339840\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339840\n  end_ms: 341500\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341500\n  end_ms: 343840\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343840\n  end_ms: 347320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347320\n  end_ms: 351170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351170\n  end_ms: 355010\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355010\n  end_ms: 359430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359430\n  end_ms: 363220\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363220\n  end_ms: 367030\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367030\n  end_ms: 371110\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371110\n  end_ms: 387540\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":6043745,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Ni**a Timeline","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.29] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.08] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.50] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.10] Real diemond\n[00:31.55] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.84] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.36] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.25] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.15] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.00] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.86] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.90] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.08] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.97] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.82] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.77] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.86] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.74] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.31] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.46] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.06] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.75] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.34] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.10] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.68] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.44] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.73] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.48] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.31] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.36] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.05] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.36] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.42] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.15] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.74] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.10] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.61] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.53] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.69] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.58] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.57] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.85] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.70] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.74] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.86] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.69] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.58] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.41] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.86] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.54] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.49] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.39] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.73] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.40] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.36] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.49] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.57] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.69] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.44] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.30] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.21] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.39] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.21] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.32] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.40] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.43] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.35] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.40] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.12] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.82] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.65] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.06] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.30] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.29] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.15] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.28] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.19] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.15] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.14] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.44] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.44] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.51] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.92] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.64] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.37] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.89] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.18] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.02] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.32] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.68] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.50] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.30] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.16] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.83] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.56] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.82] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.05] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.06] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.28] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.67] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.56] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.78] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.81] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.64] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.38] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.85] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.59] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.82] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.38] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.13] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.08] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.45] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.07] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.17] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Ni**a Timeline\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26500\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26500\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 31550\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31550\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 47860\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47860\n  end_ms: 49900\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49900\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 63770\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63770\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 67740\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67740\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72310\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72310\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85340\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85340\n  end_ms: 87100\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87100\n  end_ms: 89680\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89680\n  end_ms: 92440\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92440\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95730\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95730\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 99310\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99310\n  end_ms: 101360\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101360\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 135430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135430\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 145580\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145580\n  end_ms: 147570\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147570\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157860\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157860\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 161580\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161580\n  end_ms: 163410\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163410\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 169540\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169540\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 174390\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174390\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185690\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185690\n  end_ms: 187440\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187440\n  end_ms: 189300\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189300\n  end_ms: 191210\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191210\n  end_ms: 193390\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193390\n  end_ms: 195210\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195210\n  end_ms: 197320\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197320\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199400\n  end_ms: 201430\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201430\n  end_ms: 203350\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203350\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 208820\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208820\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217300\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217300\n  end_ms: 219290\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219290\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 223280\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223280\n  end_ms: 227190\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227190\n  end_ms: 231150\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231150\n  end_ms: 235140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235140\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247440\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247440\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255440\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255440\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267920\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267920\n  end_ms: 269640\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269640\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 277180\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277180\n  end_ms: 279020\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279020\n  end_ms: 281320\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281320\n  end_ms: 283680\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283680\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287500\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287500\n  end_ms: 292300\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292300\n  end_ms: 296160\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296160\n  end_ms: 297830\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297830\n  end_ms: 299560\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299560\n  end_ms: 301820\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301820\n  end_ms: 307050\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307050\n  end_ms: 313060\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313060\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 316670\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316670\n  end_ms: 319560\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319560\n  end_ms: 323780\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323780\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331810\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331810\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335640\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335640\n  end_ms: 337380\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337380\n  end_ms: 339850\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339850\n  end_ms: 341590\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341590\n  end_ms: 343820\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343820\n  end_ms: 347380\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347380\n  end_ms: 351130\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351130\n  end_ms: 355080\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355080\n  end_ms: 359450\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359450\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367070\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367070\n  end_ms: 371170\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371170\n  end_ms: 375150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375150\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":20392431,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Nigga Timeline","duration":385.80245,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Nigga Timeline\n  duration_ms: 385802\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":37043159,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Nigga Timeline (Deluxe Edition)","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.29] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.08] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.50] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.10] Real diemond\n[00:31.55] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.84] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.36] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.25] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.15] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.00] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.86] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.90] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.08] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.97] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.82] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.77] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.86] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.74] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.31] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.46] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.06] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.75] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.34] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.10] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.68] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.44] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.73] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.48] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.31] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.36] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.05] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.36] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.42] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.15] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.74] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.10] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.61] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.53] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.69] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.58] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.57] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.85] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.70] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.74] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.86] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.69] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.58] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.41] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.86] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.54] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.49] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.39] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.73] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.40] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.36] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.49] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.57] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.69] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.44] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.30] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.21] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.39] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.21] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.32] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.40] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.43] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.35] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.40] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.12] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.82] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.65] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.06] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.30] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.29] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.15] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.28] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.19] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.15] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.14] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.44] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.44] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.51] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.92] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.64] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.37] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.89] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.18] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.02] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.32] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.68] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.50] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.30] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.16] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.83] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.56] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.82] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.05] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.06] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.28] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.67] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.56] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.78] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.81] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.64] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.38] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.85] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.59] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.82] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.38] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.13] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.08] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.45] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.07] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.17] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Nigga Timeline (Deluxe Edition)\n  duration_ms: 386000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26500\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26500\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 31550\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31550\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 47860\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47860\n  end_ms: 49900\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49900\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 63770\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63770\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 67740\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67740\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72310\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72310\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85340\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85340\n  end_ms: 87100\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87100\n  end_ms: 89680\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89680\n  end_ms: 92440\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92440\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95730\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95730\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 99310\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99310\n  end_ms: 101360\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101360\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 135430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135430\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 145580\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145580\n  end_ms: 147570\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147570\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157860\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157860\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 161580\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161580\n  end_ms: 163410\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163410\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 169540\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169540\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 174390\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174390\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185690\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185690\n  end_ms: 187440\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187440\n  end_ms: 189300\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189300\n  end_ms: 191210\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191210\n  end_ms: 193390\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193390\n  end_ms: 195210\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195210\n  end_ms: 197320\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197320\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199400\n  end_ms: 201430\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201430\n  end_ms: 203350\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203350\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 208820\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208820\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217300\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217300\n  end_ms: 219290\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219290\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 223280\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223280\n  end_ms: 227190\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227190\n  end_ms: 231150\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231150\n  end_ms: 235140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235140\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247440\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247440\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255440\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255440\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267920\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267920\n  end_ms: 269640\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269640\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 277180\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277180\n  end_ms: 279020\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279020\n  end_ms: 281320\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281320\n  end_ms: 283680\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283680\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287500\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287500\n  end_ms: 292300\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292300\n  end_ms: 296160\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296160\n  end_ms: 297830\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297830\n  end_ms: 299560\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299560\n  end_ms: 301820\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301820\n  end_ms: 307050\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307050\n  end_ms: 313060\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313060\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 316670\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316670\n  end_ms: 319560\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319560\n  end_ms: 323780\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323780\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331810\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331810\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335640\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335640\n  end_ms: 337380\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337380\n  end_ms: 339850\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339850\n  end_ms: 341590\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341590\n  end_ms: 343820\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343820\n  end_ms: 347380\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347380\n  end_ms: 351130\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351130\n  end_ms: 355080\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355080\n  end_ms: 359450\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359450\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367070\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367070\n  end_ms: 371170\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371170\n  end_ms: 375150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375150\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":36154223,"name":"Cross The Country","trackName":"Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Ni**a Timeline","duration":385.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.29] Roll another one\n[00:13.85] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.08] Yeah\n[00:18.15] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.25] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.50] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.10] Real diemond\n[00:31.55] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.84] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.43] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.36] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.25] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.15] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.00] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.86] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.90] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.89] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.08] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.97] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.82] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.77] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.86] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.74] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.31] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.46] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.06] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.75] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.43] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.34] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.10] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.68] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.44] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.09] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.73] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.48] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.31] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.36] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.05] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.36] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.42] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.15] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.32] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.74] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.10] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.61] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.53] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.69] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.58] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.57] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.85] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.70] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.74] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.86] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.69] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.58] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.41] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.86] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.54] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.49] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.39] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.73] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.40] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.36] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.49] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.57] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.69] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.44] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.30] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.21] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.39] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.21] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.32] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.40] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.43] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.35] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.40] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.12] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.82] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.65] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.12] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.06] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.30] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.29] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.15] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.28] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.19] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.15] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.14] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.24] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.44] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.44] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.51] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.92] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.64] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.37] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.89] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.18] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.02] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.32] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.68] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.78] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.50] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.30] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.16] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.83] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.56] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.82] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.05] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.06] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.28] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.67] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.56] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.78] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.96] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.81] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.75] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.64] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.38] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.85] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.59] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.82] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.38] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.13] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.08] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.45] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.07] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.17] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.15] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Ni**a Timeline\n  duration_ms: 385000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11290\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11290\n  end_ms: 13850\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13850\n  end_ms: 16080\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16080\n  end_ms: 18150\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18150\n  end_ms: 21250\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21250\n  end_ms: 26500\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26500\n  end_ms: 29100\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29100\n  end_ms: 31550\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31550\n  end_ms: 33840\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33840\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37430\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37430\n  end_ms: 40360\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40360\n  end_ms: 42250\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42250\n  end_ms: 44150\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44150\n  end_ms: 46000\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46000\n  end_ms: 47860\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47860\n  end_ms: 49900\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49900\n  end_ms: 51890\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51890\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56080\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56080\n  end_ms: 57970\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57970\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61820\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61820\n  end_ms: 63770\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63770\n  end_ms: 65860\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65860\n  end_ms: 67740\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67740\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72310\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72310\n  end_ms: 75460\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75460\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80060\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80060\n  end_ms: 81750\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81750\n  end_ms: 83430\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83430\n  end_ms: 85340\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85340\n  end_ms: 87100\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87100\n  end_ms: 89680\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89680\n  end_ms: 92440\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92440\n  end_ms: 94090\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94090\n  end_ms: 95730\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95730\n  end_ms: 97480\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97480\n  end_ms: 99310\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99310\n  end_ms: 101360\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101360\n  end_ms: 103050\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103050\n  end_ms: 105360\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105360\n  end_ms: 107420\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107420\n  end_ms: 109150\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109150\n  end_ms: 111430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111430\n  end_ms: 115320\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115320\n  end_ms: 118740\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118740\n  end_ms: 124100\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124100\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129610\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129610\n  end_ms: 135430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135430\n  end_ms: 137530\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137530\n  end_ms: 143690\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143690\n  end_ms: 145580\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145580\n  end_ms: 147570\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147570\n  end_ms: 149850\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149850\n  end_ms: 151700\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151700\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155740\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155740\n  end_ms: 157860\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157860\n  end_ms: 159690\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159690\n  end_ms: 161580\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161580\n  end_ms: 163410\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163410\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167860\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167860\n  end_ms: 169540\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169540\n  end_ms: 171490\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171490\n  end_ms: 174390\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174390\n  end_ms: 175730\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175730\n  end_ms: 177400\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177400\n  end_ms: 179360\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179360\n  end_ms: 181490\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181490\n  end_ms: 183570\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183570\n  end_ms: 185690\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185690\n  end_ms: 187440\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187440\n  end_ms: 189300\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189300\n  end_ms: 191210\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191210\n  end_ms: 193390\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193390\n  end_ms: 195210\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195210\n  end_ms: 197320\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197320\n  end_ms: 199400\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199400\n  end_ms: 201430\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201430\n  end_ms: 203350\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203350\n  end_ms: 205400\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205400\n  end_ms: 207120\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207120\n  end_ms: 208820\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208820\n  end_ms: 210650\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210650\n  end_ms: 213120\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213120\n  end_ms: 215060\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215060\n  end_ms: 217300\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217300\n  end_ms: 219290\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219290\n  end_ms: 221150\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221150\n  end_ms: 223280\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223280\n  end_ms: 227190\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227190\n  end_ms: 231150\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231150\n  end_ms: 235140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235140\n  end_ms: 239140\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239140\n  end_ms: 243240\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243240\n  end_ms: 247440\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247440\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255440\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255440\n  end_ms: 259510\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259510\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267920\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267920\n  end_ms: 269640\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269640\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273370\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273370\n  end_ms: 275890\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275890\n  end_ms: 277180\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277180\n  end_ms: 279020\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279020\n  end_ms: 281320\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281320\n  end_ms: 283680\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283680\n  end_ms: 285780\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285780\n  end_ms: 287500\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287500\n  end_ms: 292300\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292300\n  end_ms: 296160\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296160\n  end_ms: 297830\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297830\n  end_ms: 299560\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299560\n  end_ms: 301820\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301820\n  end_ms: 307050\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307050\n  end_ms: 313060\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313060\n  end_ms: 316280\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316280\n  end_ms: 316670\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316670\n  end_ms: 319560\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319560\n  end_ms: 323780\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323780\n  end_ms: 327960\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327960\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331810\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331810\n  end_ms: 333750\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333750\n  end_ms: 335640\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335640\n  end_ms: 337380\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337380\n  end_ms: 339850\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339850\n  end_ms: 341590\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341590\n  end_ms: 343820\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343820\n  end_ms: 347380\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347380\n  end_ms: 351130\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351130\n  end_ms: 355080\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355080\n  end_ms: 359450\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359450\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367070\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367070\n  end_ms: 371170\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371170\n  end_ms: 375150\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375150\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":31271003,"name":"03 - Cross The Country","trackName":"03 - Cross The Country","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Santa Barbara","duration":388.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.82] Migos\n[00:06.34] I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n[00:11.26] Roll another one\n[00:13.87] Paw,paw,paw\n[00:16.19] Yeah\n[00:18.18] Fuck nigga\n[00:21.22] Take you all nigga\n[00:26.52] Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n[00:29.18] Real diemond\n[00:31.58] Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n[00:33.71] Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n[00:35.91] Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n[00:37.46] Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n[00:40.33] What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n[00:42.26] You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n[00:44.12] Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n[00:46.05] Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n[00:47.85] Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n[00:49.98] Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n[00:51.87] I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n[00:53.96] Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n[00:56.07] You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n[00:57.96] 'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n[01:00.22] No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n[01:01.81] Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n[01:03.75] I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n[01:05.84] At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n[01:07.78] There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n[01:09.86] And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n[01:12.39] After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n[01:15.42] Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n[01:17.78] And all he wanted was a picture\n[01:20.03] I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n[01:21.78] Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n[01:23.45] A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n[01:25.33] White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n[01:27.17] Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n[01:29.67] They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n[01:32.45] Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n[01:34.06] Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n[01:35.76] Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n[01:37.45] Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n[01:39.36] Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n[01:41.32] 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n[01:43.09] Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n[01:45.33] Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n[01:47.45] Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n[01:49.14] Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n[01:51.48] Cross the country, cross the country\n[01:55.33] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[01:58.72] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:04.14] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[02:07.30] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:09.68] She don't understand English but she want me\n[02:15.47] Cross the country, cross the country\n[02:17.52] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[02:23.63] When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n[02:25.52] I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n[02:27.51] Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n[02:29.90] Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n[02:31.61] On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n[02:33.63] Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n[02:35.77] Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n[02:37.85] When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n[02:39.62] I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n[02:41.52] Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n[02:43.49] My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n[02:45.79] Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n[02:47.80] I was getting money, way before the rap game\n[02:49.53] As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n[02:51.46] They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n[02:54.36] You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n[02:55.79] Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n[02:57.42] Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n[02:59.38] They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n[03:01.48] I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n[03:03.56] When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n[03:05.63] I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n[03:07.43] The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n[03:09.34] Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n[03:11.27] My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n[03:13.35] You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n[03:15.29] Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n[03:17.38] Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n[03:19.43] Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n[03:21.46] Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n[03:23.30] Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n[03:25.47] Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n[03:27.18] Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n[03:28.81] Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n[03:30.67] On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n[03:33.10] She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n[03:35.05] Big bank take little bank\n[03:37.34] Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n[03:39.25] Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n[03:41.17] Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n[03:43.27] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:47.14] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[03:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[03:55.17] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[03:59.18] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[04:07.43] Cross the country, cross the country\n[04:11.28] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[04:15.46] Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n[04:19.52] And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n[04:23.57] And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n[04:26.02] But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n[04:27.97] Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n[04:29.60] Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n[04:31.97] Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n[04:33.33] All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n[04:35.86] Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n[04:37.16] Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n[04:39.01] Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n[04:41.39] And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n[04:43.63] My niggas collecting extortion funds\n[04:45.72] We built an empire like Megatron\n[04:47.57] QC the label, Migo the gang\n[04:52.32] Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n[04:56.13] No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n[04:57.85] Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n[04:59.54] Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n[05:01.89] Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n[05:07.10] Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n[05:13.10] I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n[05:16.26] If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n[05:16.66] Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n[05:19.54] He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n[05:23.74] Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n[05:27.94] They say he got work, now I own it\n[05:30.02] Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n[05:31.87] In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n[05:33.78] Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n[05:35.60] All types of Euros and Yen\n[05:37.34] I got money in Berlin\n[05:39.80] I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n[05:41.57] Cause I don't wanna do it again\n[05:43.86] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:47.37] You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n[05:51.17] Cross the country, cross the country\n[05:55.03] Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n[05:59.40] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:03.23] She don't understand English but she want me\n[06:07.00] Cross the country, cross the country\n[06:11.12] I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n[06:15.13] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 03 - Cross The Country\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Santa Barbara\n  duration_ms: 388000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Migos\n  start_ms: 3820\n  end_ms: 6340\n- text: I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  start_ms: 6340\n  end_ms: 11260\n- text: Roll another one\n  start_ms: 11260\n  end_ms: 13870\n- text: Paw,paw,paw\n  start_ms: 13870\n  end_ms: 16190\n- text: Yeah\n  start_ms: 16190\n  end_ms: 18180\n- text: Fuck nigga\n  start_ms: 18180\n  end_ms: 21220\n- text: Take you all nigga\n  start_ms: 21220\n  end_ms: 26520\n- text: Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  start_ms: 26520\n  end_ms: 29180\n- text: Real diemond\n  start_ms: 29180\n  end_ms: 31580\n- text: Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  start_ms: 31580\n  end_ms: 33710\n- text: Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  start_ms: 33710\n  end_ms: 35910\n- text: Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  start_ms: 35910\n  end_ms: 37460\n- text: Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  start_ms: 37460\n  end_ms: 40330\n- text: What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n  start_ms: 40330\n  end_ms: 42260\n- text: You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  start_ms: 42260\n  end_ms: 44120\n- text: Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  start_ms: 44120\n  end_ms: 46050\n- text: Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  start_ms: 46050\n  end_ms: 47850\n- text: Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  start_ms: 47850\n  end_ms: 49980\n- text: Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  start_ms: 49980\n  end_ms: 51870\n- text: I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n  start_ms: 51870\n  end_ms: 53960\n- text: Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  start_ms: 53960\n  end_ms: 56070\n- text: You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  start_ms: 56070\n  end_ms: 57960\n- text: '''Set told me trapping and dabbing gon'' get that pussy wet'\n  start_ms: 57960\n  end_ms: 60220\n- text: No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  start_ms: 60220\n  end_ms: 61810\n- text: Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  start_ms: 61810\n  end_ms: 63750\n- text: I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  start_ms: 63750\n  end_ms: 65840\n- text: At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n  start_ms: 65840\n  end_ms: 67780\n- text: There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  start_ms: 67780\n  end_ms: 69860\n- text: And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  start_ms: 69860\n  end_ms: 72390\n- text: After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  start_ms: 72390\n  end_ms: 75420\n- text: Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  start_ms: 75420\n  end_ms: 77780\n- text: And all he wanted was a picture\n  start_ms: 77780\n  end_ms: 80030\n- text: I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  start_ms: 80030\n  end_ms: 81780\n- text: Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  start_ms: 81780\n  end_ms: 83450\n- text: A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  start_ms: 83450\n  end_ms: 85330\n- text: White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  start_ms: 85330\n  end_ms: 87170\n- text: Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  start_ms: 87170\n  end_ms: 89670\n- text: They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  start_ms: 89670\n  end_ms: 92450\n- text: Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  start_ms: 92450\n  end_ms: 94060\n- text: Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n  start_ms: 94060\n  end_ms: 95760\n- text: Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n  start_ms: 95760\n  end_ms: 97450\n- text: Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  start_ms: 97450\n  end_ms: 99360\n- text: Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  start_ms: 99360\n  end_ms: 101320\n- text: 24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  start_ms: 101320\n  end_ms: 103090\n- text: Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n  start_ms: 103090\n  end_ms: 105330\n- text: Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  start_ms: 105330\n  end_ms: 107450\n- text: Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  start_ms: 107450\n  end_ms: 109140\n- text: Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n  start_ms: 109140\n  end_ms: 111480\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 111480\n  end_ms: 115330\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 115330\n  end_ms: 118720\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 118720\n  end_ms: 124140\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 124140\n  end_ms: 127300\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 127300\n  end_ms: 129680\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 129680\n  end_ms: 135470\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 135470\n  end_ms: 137520\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 137520\n  end_ms: 143630\n- text: When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  start_ms: 143630\n  end_ms: 145520\n- text: I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  start_ms: 145520\n  end_ms: 147510\n- text: Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  start_ms: 147510\n  end_ms: 149900\n- text: Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  start_ms: 149900\n  end_ms: 151610\n- text: On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  start_ms: 151610\n  end_ms: 153630\n- text: Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n  start_ms: 153630\n  end_ms: 155770\n- text: Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  start_ms: 155770\n  end_ms: 157850\n- text: When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  start_ms: 157850\n  end_ms: 159620\n- text: I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  start_ms: 159620\n  end_ms: 161520\n- text: Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n  start_ms: 161520\n  end_ms: 163490\n- text: My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  start_ms: 163490\n  end_ms: 165790\n- text: Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  start_ms: 165790\n  end_ms: 167800\n- text: I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  start_ms: 167800\n  end_ms: 169530\n- text: As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n  start_ms: 169530\n  end_ms: 171460\n- text: They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  start_ms: 171460\n  end_ms: 174360\n- text: You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  start_ms: 174360\n  end_ms: 175790\n- text: Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  start_ms: 175790\n  end_ms: 177420\n- text: Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  start_ms: 177420\n  end_ms: 179380\n- text: They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  start_ms: 179380\n  end_ms: 181480\n- text: I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  start_ms: 181480\n  end_ms: 183560\n- text: When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  start_ms: 183560\n  end_ms: 185630\n- text: I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n  start_ms: 185630\n  end_ms: 187430\n- text: The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  start_ms: 187430\n  end_ms: 189340\n- text: Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  start_ms: 189340\n  end_ms: 191270\n- text: My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n  start_ms: 191270\n  end_ms: 193350\n- text: You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  start_ms: 193350\n  end_ms: 195290\n- text: Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  start_ms: 195290\n  end_ms: 197380\n- text: Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  start_ms: 197380\n  end_ms: 199430\n- text: Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  start_ms: 199430\n  end_ms: 201460\n- text: Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n  start_ms: 201460\n  end_ms: 203300\n- text: Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  start_ms: 203300\n  end_ms: 205470\n- text: Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  start_ms: 205470\n  end_ms: 207180\n- text: Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  start_ms: 207180\n  end_ms: 208810\n- text: Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  start_ms: 208810\n  end_ms: 210670\n- text: On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n  start_ms: 210670\n  end_ms: 213100\n- text: She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  start_ms: 213100\n  end_ms: 215050\n- text: Big bank take little bank\n  start_ms: 215050\n  end_ms: 217340\n- text: Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  start_ms: 217340\n  end_ms: 219250\n- text: Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  start_ms: 219250\n  end_ms: 221170\n- text: Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n  start_ms: 221170\n  end_ms: 223270\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 223270\n  end_ms: 227140\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 227140\n  end_ms: 231170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 231170\n  end_ms: 235170\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 235170\n  end_ms: 239180\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 239180\n  end_ms: 243230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 243230\n  end_ms: 247430\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 247430\n  end_ms: 251280\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 251280\n  end_ms: 255460\n- text: Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  start_ms: 255460\n  end_ms: 259520\n- text: And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  start_ms: 259520\n  end_ms: 263570\n- text: And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  start_ms: 263570\n  end_ms: 266020\n- text: But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  start_ms: 266020\n  end_ms: 267970\n- text: Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  start_ms: 267970\n  end_ms: 269600\n- text: Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  start_ms: 269600\n  end_ms: 271970\n- text: Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n  start_ms: 271970\n  end_ms: 273330\n- text: All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  start_ms: 273330\n  end_ms: 275860\n- text: 'Rich Nigga Timeline: that''s my motherfucking testimony'\n  start_ms: 275860\n  end_ms: 277160\n- text: Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  start_ms: 277160\n  end_ms: 279010\n- text: Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  start_ms: 279010\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 283630\n- text: My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  start_ms: 283630\n  end_ms: 285720\n- text: We built an empire like Megatron\n  start_ms: 285720\n  end_ms: 287570\n- text: QC the label, Migo the gang\n  start_ms: 287570\n  end_ms: 292320\n- text: Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  start_ms: 292320\n  end_ms: 296130\n- text: No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  start_ms: 296130\n  end_ms: 297850\n- text: Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  start_ms: 297850\n  end_ms: 299540\n- text: Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  start_ms: 299540\n  end_ms: 301890\n- text: Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  start_ms: 301890\n  end_ms: 307100\n- text: Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  start_ms: 307100\n  end_ms: 313100\n- text: I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  start_ms: 313100\n  end_ms: 316260\n- text: If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n  start_ms: 316260\n  end_ms: 316660\n- text: Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  start_ms: 316660\n  end_ms: 319540\n- text: He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  start_ms: 319540\n  end_ms: 323740\n- text: Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  start_ms: 323740\n  end_ms: 327940\n- text: They say he got work, now I own it\n  start_ms: 327940\n  end_ms: 330020\n- text: Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  start_ms: 330020\n  end_ms: 331870\n- text: In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n  start_ms: 331870\n  end_ms: 333780\n- text: Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  start_ms: 333780\n  end_ms: 335600\n- text: All types of Euros and Yen\n  start_ms: 335600\n  end_ms: 337340\n- text: I got money in Berlin\n  start_ms: 337340\n  end_ms: 339800\n- text: I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  start_ms: 339800\n  end_ms: 341570\n- text: Cause I don't wanna do it again\n  start_ms: 341570\n  end_ms: 343860\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 343860\n  end_ms: 347370\n- text: You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  start_ms: 347370\n  end_ms: 351170\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 351170\n  end_ms: 355030\n- text: Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  start_ms: 355030\n  end_ms: 359400\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 359400\n  end_ms: 363230\n- text: She don't understand English but she want me\n  start_ms: 363230\n  end_ms: 367000\n- text: Cross the country, cross the country\n  start_ms: 367000\n  end_ms: 371120\n- text: I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n  start_ms: 371120\n  end_ms: 375130\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 375130\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":12178700,"name":"Cross The Country 🅴","trackName":"Cross The Country 🅴","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Nigga Timeline","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country 🅴\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Nigga Timeline\n  duration_ms: 386000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"},{"id":10306353,"name":"Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]","trackName":"Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]","artistName":"Migos","albumName":"Rich Nigga Timeline","duration":386.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Migos\nI I I nigga look at the nigga around man\nRoll another one\nPaw,paw,paw\nYeah\nFuck nigga\nTake you all nigga\nFuck around all day you no what am talking about\nReal diemond\n\nYoung rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\nTake a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\nWhipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\nNigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\nWhat the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\nYou a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\nShaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\nSkippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\nMigo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\nTray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\nI'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\nQuavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\nYou niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\nNo Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\nWhatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\nI'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\nAt the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\nThere's levels to this shit like Meek said\nAnd you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\nAfter my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\nWalk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\nAnd all he wanted was a picture\n\nI used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\nNow I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\nA nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\nWhite people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\nNow people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\nThey talking bout that Activis be discontinued\nCheck my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\nCatch me riding with packs in my rental\n\nTrap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\nCooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\nDiamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\nMaster P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\nKevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\nCall me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\nFuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\n\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nWhen you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\nI stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\nPolice had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\nTaking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\nOn my first lick, only got a little bit of change\nThinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\nDid a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\nWhen I got outta jail, did the same thing\nI spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\nCocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\nMy niggas be trapping the gas, propane\nHit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\nI was getting money, way before the rap game\nAs a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\nThey say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\nYou know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\nFake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\nWon't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\nThey killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\nI pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\nWhen I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\nI got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\nThe streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\nGetting married to the money nigga, that my bride\nMy diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\nYou selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\nPut the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\nGlah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\nNigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\nTalking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\nGot that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\nYoung rich nigga, never made the honor roll\nHit his ass with the .44, make him fold\nChattahoochee River where that nigga body float\nOn the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\nShe on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\nBig bank take little bank\nYellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\nTwo Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\nArnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\nCross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\nAnd the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\nAnd the whole word know that a young nigga rap\nBut a pussy nigga better not provoke me\nCame in the game with the formula, sold it\nNow I gotta switch it up on you phonies\nPocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\nAll you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\nRich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\nOut in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\nRich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\nAnd I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\nMy niggas collecting extortion funds\nWe built an empire like Megatron\nQC the label, Migo the gang\n\nAlready told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\nNo shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\nLike Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\nWalking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\nGet juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\nOh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\nI paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\nIf I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\nCaught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\nHe had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\nTook the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\nThey say he got work, now I own it\nNow my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\nIn the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\nOut in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\nAll types of Euros and Yen\nI got money in Berlin\nI told the Lord forgive me for my sins\nCause I don't wanna do it again\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nYou may never been there, catch me cross the country\nCross the country, cross the country\nCoca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\nCross the country, cross the country\nShe don't understand English but she want me\nCross the country, cross the country\nI had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Cross The Country [Prod. By Mario]\n  artist: Migos\n  album: Rich Nigga Timeline\n  duration_ms: 386000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Migos\n  I I I nigga look at the nigga around man\n  Roll another one\n  Paw,paw,paw\n  Yeah\n  Fuck nigga\n  Take you all nigga\n  Fuck around all day you no what am talking about\n  Real diemond\n\n  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac\n  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin'\n  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it\n  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget, nah for real\n  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about?\n\n  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about\n  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth\n  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down\n  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve\n  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved\n  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low\n\n  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo\n  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet\n  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet\n  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet\n  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check\n  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions\n  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties\n\n  There's levels to this shit like Meek said\n  And you embarrassed to admit it, I don't want to kick it\n  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious\n  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga\n  And all he wanted was a picture\n\n  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga\n  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga\n  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him\n  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim\n  Now people they screaming out \"Free Activis\"\n  They talking bout that Activis be discontinued\n  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic\n  Catch me riding with packs in my rental\n\n  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue\n\n  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food\n  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues\n  24 karat my chain, Mr. T pity the fool\n  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee\n\n  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny\n  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got playboy bunnies\n  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name\n  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain\n  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang\n  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan\n  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change\n  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change\n\n  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains\n  When I got outta jail, did the same thing\n  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang\n  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring\n\n  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane\n  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang\n  I was getting money, way before the rap game\n  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain\n\n  They say that I'm ignorant, $50, 000 on a chain\n  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang\n  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie\n  Won't catch me with the fake jewellery, I got too much pride\n  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five\n  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die\n  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies\n  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes\n\n  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive\n  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride\n  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye\n\n  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by\n  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly\n  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy\n  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly\n  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire\n\n  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino\n  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll\n  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold\n  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float\n  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks\n\n  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho\n  Big bank take little bank\n  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake\n  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider\n  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n\n  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming\n  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me\n  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap\n  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me\n  Came in the game with the formula, sold it\n  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies\n  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you\n\n  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's\n  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony\n  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey\n  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun\n  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon\n  My niggas collecting extortion funds\n  We built an empire like Megatron\n  QC the label, Migo the gang\n\n  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame\n  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine\n  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing\n  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain\n  Get juuged, get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit\n  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him\n  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him\n  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him\n\n  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita\n  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him\n  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment\n  They say he got work, now I own it\n  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen\n  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace\n\n  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman\n  All types of Euros and Yen\n  I got money in Berlin\n  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins\n  Cause I don't wanna do it again\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  You may never been there, catch me cross the country\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country\n\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  She don't understand English but she want me\n  Cross the country, cross the country\n  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country\n"}]