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, cause 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, cause I'm all grown up
Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans
all day
yall young'ns chase, I'm Patron
and it's straight
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 Bergdorf'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, cause I'm all grown up