30 Something

Lyrics

[Intro] You ain't got enough stamps in ya passport to fuck with Young H-O, hehehehInternational Uhh Show young boys how to do this thingThe maturation of Jay-Zeezy, hehCheck me out [Verse 1] 30's the new 20, nigga – I'm so hot still (Uhh) Better broad, better automobile (Uhh) Bet a yard (Naw!), bet a hundred mil That by the song's end, I'll probably start another trend I know everything you wan' doI did all that by the age of 21 By 22, I had that brand new Ac' coupeI guess you could say that my Legend just begun I'm–young enough to know the right car to buyYet grown enough not to put rims on it I got that six-deuce with curtains, so you can't see meAnd 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 nightspot I got the right stockI– got– stockbrokers that's movin' it like white-tops I know you're like, "Fuck! This is child abuse, call DYFS!"I must just be getting nicerYou young boys ain't ready, for real 30's the new 20, nigga – I'm so hot still [Chorus] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to play the block like that (Like that)I used to carry knots like that (Like that)Now I got Black Cards, good credit and suchBaby boy, 'cause I'm all grown up – taha! [Verse 2] 30's the new 20, nigga – I'm on fire still These young boys is like fire drills (Uhh)False alarms (Uhh), the next don (Naw)He ain't got it (Uhh), on to the next one (Young) I'm still here (Yeah), still here like MikeGotta stop playin' with these children (Chea) I'm a bully with the bucks (Boots)Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, youngin'I got the fully in the tux That was my past, now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun on me, got a sum on meTo hire a gun army, get ya spun like laundryAnd I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly listenin' to R&B When we get the call, "He's– no longer with us"Fire ya babysitters, you little fucks – fall back, for real 30's the new 20, nigga – I'm so hot still [Chorus] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to wear my hoodie like that (Like that)Five deep in a hooptie like that (Like that) Now I got Black Cards, good credit and suchBaby boy, 'cause I'm all grown up – hahaha [Verse 3] Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Y'all youngins chase, I'm Patrónin' it straight I like South Beach, but I'm in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom, but not Rosé (Hey) Ya chick shop at the mallMy chick burnin' down Bergdorf's Comin' back with Birkin bagsYa chick is like, "What type of purse is that?" I'm from the era where niggas don't snitchYou from the era where snitchin' is the shit I'm afraid of the future (Why?)Y'all respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter Y'all go to parties to ice grillI go to parties to party with nice girlsYoung boys gotta chill 30's the new 20, nigga – I'm so hot still [Chorus] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truckBaby boy, now I'm all grown up Ya, we used to ball like that (Like that)Now we own the ball team, holla back (Holla back) Now I got Black Cards, good credit and suchBaby boy, 'cause I'm all grown up – taha!