Ay, ay 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 dope Barry Manilow The game a bitch 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 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 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 shit, I send 'em door by door Made for the Snow White life, four by fours my nigga 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