100 Keys (Album Version|Explicit) - Big Sean/Rick Ross/Pusha T

Lyrics by：Sean Anderson/Hilton Wright II/Brian Wright/William Roberts/Terrence Thornton

Composed by：Sean Anderson/Hilton Wright II/Brian Wright/William Roberts/Terrence Thornton

Ay ay

I'm from a big city tryin' to make a living

Come to my hood everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young n***as gettin' money young n***as gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

I play the keys handle d**e Barry Manilow

The game a b***h but at times she sweet as cantaloupe

Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold

Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes

Japanese denim down south numbers

Hit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble

Do the speed limit all gold shoes

Call 'em penny loafers they a pretty penny too

I'm tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin'

She talking s**t but I could get her titties lifted

My new crib got it's own city limit

Motherf**ker got his own city in it

Blue marble on the floor

Wet as salt water

I'm a boss I'm just playing h*es

Holes

Like a golf course

Just a bittersweet symphony

I'm from a big city tryin' to make a living

Come to my hood everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young n***as gettin' money young n***as gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

One hundred keys one hundred please

My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze

Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves

So they swarm to my honeycomb hideout for the bees

You know what this sounds like

Money counter sound bytes machine gun fire

Name ringin' through like the town like

Church bells ringin'

Know what he was found like

Colombian necktie over hospital gown white

She live on her knees

I live in a condo in the trees

The air's a little thinner that I breathe

Iron Man Audi let the top strip tease

My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze

Yeah young n***a gettin' money

The feds dragged neck

Couldn't take nothin' from me

The decoy car is a crash test dummy

What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy

I'm from a big city tryin' to make a living

Come to my hood everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young n***as gettin' money young n***as gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

Boy

And they gon' risk a hundred lives

So they could rock a hundred whites

The guests look like a hundred lights

Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights

Yeah I got a main girl but I done hit a hundred types

Every wrong I do I'm steady tryin' to do a hundred rights

Got it for cheap compare the price

My n***a keep that low key Barry White

And don't worry 'bout the info

From where they ride Pintos and could afford Enzo's

'Cause everybody know keys open doors

Keys keys open doors

But bricks open windows

Countin' a hundred hundreds more by more

Built this from the tile up floor by floor

Talk s**t I send 'em door by door

Made for the Snow White like 4x4's

Truck

I'm from a big city tryin' to make a living

Come to my hood everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young n***as gettin' money young n***as gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony