Lyrics: Big Sean. Finally Famous. 100 Keys.
Ay, ay
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Rick Ross)
I play these keys like a dope Barry Manilow
They get a bitch for that time, she speaks kinda low
Hit the roadkill coke and the manifo
Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hittin' once trusted partners, make a fat fiend stumble
Through the speed limit, on goes shoes
Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too
I'm tennis shrivels but I call it penny pinchin'
She told me shit but I could get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got his own city in it
Blue bottle on the floor
Plenty soft water
A hundred boss on the flow
Plenty hoes like a fourth quarter
(Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money)
(Big Sean)
Just a bittersweet symphony
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Pusha T)
One hundred keys
One hundred please
My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze
Walk the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves
So they swarm to my honeycomb, I am for the bees
You know what this sounds like
When he countin' out the sound bytes
But she ain't gonna fire
Name ringin' through like the town like
Church bells ringin'
Know where he was found like?
Colombian necktie in a hospital, damn right
She live on her knees
I live in a condo in the trees
The air's a little thinner than I breathe
Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease
My life is slow motion but the watch hittin' freeze
Yeah, young nigga gettin' money
The feds dragged me, 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
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Big Sean)
Do it
And they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
The guests look like a hundred lights
Man when playin' dumb, 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
God of a G, a better price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos, couldn't afford Benzos
'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 shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by four
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Rick Ross)
I play these keys like a dope Barry Manilow
They get a bitch for that time, she speaks kinda low
Hit the roadkill coke and the manifo
Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim, down south numbers
Hittin' once trusted partners, make a fat fiend stumble
Through the speed limit, on goes shoes
Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too
I'm tennis shrivels but I call it penny pinchin'
She told me shit but I could get her titties lifted
My new crib got it's own city limit
Motherfucker got his own city in it
Blue bottle on the floor
Plenty soft water
A hundred boss on the flow
Plenty hoes like a fourth quarter
(Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money)
(Big Sean)
Just a bittersweet symphony
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Pusha T)
One hundred keys
One hundred please
My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze
Walk the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves
So they swarm to my honeycomb, I am for the bees
You know what this sounds like
When he countin' out the sound bytes
But she ain't gonna fire
Name ringin' through like the town like
Church bells ringin'
Know where he was found like?
Colombian necktie in a hospital, damn right
She live on her knees
I live in a condo in the trees
The air's a little thinner than I breathe
Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease
My life is slow motion but the watch hittin' freeze
Yeah, young nigga gettin' money
The feds dragged me, 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
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
(Big Sean)
Do it
And they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
The guests look like a hundred lights
Man when playin' dumb, 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
God of a G, a better price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos, couldn't afford Benzos
'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 shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White life, four by four
(Chorus-Big Sean)
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
Big Sean
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