Big Sean, Pusha T, Rick Ross - 100 Keys lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
Rick Ross [William Leonard Roberts II] Clarksdale, Mississippi, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean, Pusha T, Rick Ross - 100 Keys lyrics]
Ay, ay
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
I play the keys, handle dope, Barry Manilow
The game a bitch
But at times she sweet like cantaloupe
Hit the road, key of coke in the manifold
Triple beam dreams with a trunk
Full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hit it once
Trust it'll make a fat fiend stumble
Do the speed limit, Argo shoes
Call 'em penny loafers
They a pretty penny too
I'm tippin' strippers but I
Call it penny pinchin'
She talkin' shit but I can
Get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got his own city in it
Blue marble on the floor, wet as salt water
Underboss I'll just play the holes
Like a golf course
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
One hundred keys, one hundred please
My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze
Walked the mud jungle where they
Grinded out the leaves
So they swarm to my honey comb
Hideout for the bees
You know what this sound like
Money counters' sound bites
Machine gun fire
Name ringin' through 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
The Iron Man Audi, let the top striptease
My life's in slow motion
But the watch screamin' freeze
Ugh, young nigga gettin' money
The feds' dragnet 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, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
BI, boi and they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
Baguettes lookin' 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 tight
Every wrong I do I'm steady
Tryna do a hundred rights
Got her for cheap, compare the price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they rob Pintos
And could afford Enzos
Cause everybody knows keys open doors
But bricks open windows
Counting a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
Talk shit, I'll send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White like 4 by 4s
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
I play the keys, handle dope, Barry Manilow
The game a bitch
But at times she sweet like cantaloupe
Hit the road, key of coke in the manifold
Triple beam dreams with a trunk
Full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hit it once
Trust it'll make a fat fiend stumble
Do the speed limit, Argo shoes
Call 'em penny loafers
They a pretty penny too
I'm tippin' strippers but I
Call it penny pinchin'
She talkin' shit but I can
Get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got his own city in it
Blue marble on the floor, wet as salt water
Underboss I'll just play the holes
Like a golf course
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
One hundred keys, one hundred please
My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze
Walked the mud jungle where they
Grinded out the leaves
So they swarm to my honey comb
Hideout for the bees
You know what this sound like
Money counters' sound bites
Machine gun fire
Name ringin' through 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
The Iron Man Audi, let the top striptease
My life's in slow motion
But the watch screamin' freeze
Ugh, young nigga gettin' money
The feds' dragnet 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, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony
BI, boi and they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
Baguettes lookin' 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 tight
Every wrong I do I'm steady
Tryna do a hundred rights
Got her for cheap, compare the price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they rob Pintos
And could afford Enzos
Cause everybody knows keys open doors
But bricks open windows
Counting a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
Talk shit, I'll send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White like 4 by 4s
I'm from a big city, trying 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 100
Keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push 100
Keys and it sound like
Young niggas getting money
Young niggas getting money
Just a bittersweet symphony