[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
Compositor:Intérpretes: Rick Ross, Sean Michael Anderson (Big Sean) (KNR-I), Terrence Le Varr Thornton (Pusha T) (SOUNDEXCHANGE)Produtores: Island Def Jam Music Group [us], Marketing Labs [de], Mca Nashville [us]Publicado em 2021ECAD verificado fonograma #35171226 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM