Song lyrics 30 something by Jay Z

You ainīt 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

30īs the new 20 nigga Iīm 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
Iīm, 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 canīt see me and I didnīt even have to put tints on it
I donīt got the bright watch I got the right watch
I donīt buy out the bar, I bought the night spot
I got the right stock
I ... got ... stockbrokers thatīs movinī it like white tops
I know you like fuck, this is child abuse
call diapers, I might just be gettinī nicer
them young boys ainīt ready for real
30īs the new 20 niggia Iīm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck
bae boy, now Iīm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now Iīm 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 Iīm all grown up

30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm 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)
Iīm still here (yeah)
still here, like Mike gotta stop playinī with these childrens (yeah)
Iīm a bully with the bucks
donīt let the patten leather shoes fool you youngīn, I got the fully in the tux
that was my past now Iīm so grown up
I donīt got one gun army, got a slum army
to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
and Iīll be somewhere under palm trees calmly
listen to R&B when we get the call heīs
no longer witī us fire your babysitters
you lilī fucks fall back for real
30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck
bae boy, now Iīm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now Iīm 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 Iīm all grown up

Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
yall youngīns chase, Iīm Patron and itīs Grey
I like South Beach but Iīm in San Tropez
yall drink Dom but not Roseī (hey)
your chick shop in the mall
my chick burninī down Berdolphīs
cominī back with Birken Bags
your chick is like what type of purse is that?
Iīm from the era where niggas donīt snitch
you from the era where snitchinī is the shit
Iīm 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
30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm so hot still

[Chorus]
I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck
bae boy, now Iīm all grown up
I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
bae boy, now Iīm 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 Iīm all grown up