100 Keys - Pusha T/Rick Ross/Big Sean

Written by：Pusha T

I'm from a big city

Tryna 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 niggas gettin' money young niggas gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

I play these keys handle d**e Barry Manilow

The game a b**ch but at times she sweet as 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 all gold shoes

Call 'em penny loafers they a pretty penny too

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

She told me sh*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

Where the salt water

I'm the boss this player holes like a golf course

Young niggas gettin' money young niggas gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

Big city

Tryna 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 niggas gettin' money young niggas gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

One hundred keys

One hundred please

My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze

Walk the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves

So they swarm to my honeycomb hide out for the bees

You know what this sounds like

Money countin' sound bytes

Machine gun fire

Name ringin' through like the town like

Church bells ringin'

Know where he was found like

Colombian necktie over hospital gown right

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 screamin' freeze

Yughck young ni**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

Tryna 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 niggas gettin' money young niggas gettin' money

Just a bittersweet symphony

And they gon' risk a hundred lives

So they could rock a hundred whites

The guests look like a hundred lights

Man when blade down 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 stayin' tryna do a hundred rights

Got her for cheap a better price

My ni**a keep that low key Barry White

And don't worry 'bout the info

From where they ride Pintos couldn't afford Enzos

'Cause everybody know keys open doors

Keys keys open doors

But bricks open windows

Countin' a hundred hundreds more by more

Built this form the tile up floor by floor

Talk sh*t I send 'em door by door

Made for the Snow White life four by fours my ni**a

Big city

Tryna 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 niggas gettin' money young niggas gettin' money