Ay ay
I'm from a big city tryin' 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 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 the keys handle dope Barry Manilow
The game a bitch but at times she sweet as cantaloupe

Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold
Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes
Japanese denim down south numbers
Hit it once trust it would 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 talking shit 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
Wet as salt water
I'm a boss I'm just playing hoes
Holes
Like a golf course

Just a bittersweet symphony
I'm from a big city tryin' 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 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 gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze
Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves
So they swarm to my honeycomb hideout for the bees
You know what this sounds like
Money counter sound bytes machine gun fire
Name ringin' through like 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
Iron Man Audi let the top strip tease
My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze
Yeah 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 tryin' 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 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
Boy

And they gon' risk a hundred lives

So they could rock a hundred whites

The guests look 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 types
Every wrong I do I'm steady tryin' to do a hundred rights

Got it for cheap compare the price
My nigga keep that low key Barry White

And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos and could afford Enzo's

'Cause everybody know keys open doors
Keys keys open doors
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds more by more
Built this from the tile up floor by floor

Talk shit I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White like 4x4's

Truck
I'm from a big city tryin' 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 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