Pusha T - 100 Keys lyrics

[Hook: Big Sean] I'm from a big city, trying 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 100 keys and it sound like Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like Young n***as getting money, young n***as getting money Just a bittersweet symphony [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I play the keys, handle dope, Barry Manilow The game a b**h, but at times she sweet like 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, Argo shoes Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too I'm tippin' strippers but I call it penny pinchin' She talkin' sh** but I can get her titties lifted My new crib got its own city limit Motherf**er got his own city in it Blue marble on the floor, wet as salt water Underboss I'll just play the holes like a golf course [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] One hundred keys, one hundred please My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze Walked the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves So they swarm to my honey comb, hideout for the bees You know what this sound like, money counters' sound bites Machine gun fire, name ringin' through 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 The Iron Man Audi, let the top striptease My life's in slow motion, but the watch screamin' freeze Ugh, young n***a gettin' money The feds' dragnet 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Big Sean] B.I., boi And they gon' risk a hundred lives So they could rock a hundred whites Baguettes lookin' 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 tight Every wrong I do I'm steady tryna do a hundred rights Got her for cheap, compare the price My n***a keep that low key, Barry White And don't worry 'bout the info From where they rob Pintos and could afford Enzos Cause everybody knows keys open doors, but bricks open windows Counting a hundred hundreds, more by more Built this from the tile up, floor by floor Talk sh**, I'll send 'em door by door Made for the Snow White like 4 by 4s [Hook]