30 Something (Album Version (Edited))

You ain't got enough stamps in ya passport To fuck with Young H-O heheheh International, uhh Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, heh Check 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' do I did all that by the age of 21 By 22, I had that brand new Ac' coupe I guess you could 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-deuce 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 nightspot I got the right stock I, 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 nicer You 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 fuck Baby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby 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 such Baby 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 Mike Gotta 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 Gotta a sum on me to hire a gun army, get ya spun like laundry And 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 fuck Baby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby 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 such Baby boy cause I'm all grown up, heheheh Verse 3 Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Y'all youngins chase, I'm Patronin' it straight I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom but not Rose hey Ya chick shop at the mall My chick burnin' down Bergdorf's Comin' back with Birkin bags Ya 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 Y'all respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter Y'all go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls Young 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 fuck Baby boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Baby 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 such Baby boy cause I'm all grown up, taha