You ain´t got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O
International ... uugh ...
show ya young boys how to do this thing
the maturation of Jay-Z Z
check me out
30´s the new 20 nigga I´m so hot still
better broad better au-to-mo-bile
bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill
then by the songs end I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan do
I did all that by the age of 21
by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe
I guess you can say that my legend just begun
I´m, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it
I got that six-duce with curtains so you can´t see me and I didn´t even have to put tints on it
I don´t got the bright watch I got the right watch
I don´t buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers that´s movin´ it like white tops
I know you like fuck, this is child abuse
call diapers, I might just be gettin´ nicer
them young boys ain´t ready for real
30´s the new 20 niggia I´m so hot still
[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
I use to play the block like that (like that)
I use to carry knots like that (like that)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up
30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m on fire still
these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh)
false alarms (uugh)
next don? (naah)
heen got- (on)
to the next one (Young)
I´m still here (yeah)
still here, like Mike gotta stop playin´ with these childrens (yeah)
I´m a bully with the bucks
don´t let the patten leather shoes fool you young´n, I got the fully in the tux
that was my past now I´m so grown up
I don´t got one gun army, got a slum army
to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
and I´ll be somewhere under palm trees calmly
listen to R&B when we get the call he´s
no longer wit´ us fire your babysitters
you lil´ fucks fall back for real
30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m so hot still
[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up
Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
yall young´ns chase, I´m Patron and it´s Grey
I like South Beach but I´m in San Tropez
yall drink Dom but not Rose´ (hey)
your chick shop in the mall
my chick burnin´ down Berdolph´s
comin´ back with Birken Bags
your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I´m from the era where niggas don´t snitch
you from the era where snitchin´ is the shit
I´m afraid of the future (why?)
yall respect the one who got shot
I respect the shooter
yall go to parties to ice grill
I go to parties to party with nice girls
you young boys gotta chill
30´s the new 20 nigga, I´m so hot still
[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givin´ a fuck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now I´m all grown up
yeah we use to ball like that (like that)
now we on the ball team, halla back (holla back)
now I got black cards, good credit and such
bae boy, cuz I´m all grown up.