"30 Something" by Jay-Z

You ain't got enough stamps on your passport to fuck with
Young H.O. 
International, uh? 
Show young boys how to do this thing 
The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, ha 
Check me out... 

30's the new 20, nigga, I'm so hot still 
Uh 
Better broad, better automobile 
Uh 
Better yard now, bet a hundred mil' 
That by the song's end I'll prolly 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 Ag Coupe 
I guess you could say that my living 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 6-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 like, ?Fuck!? 
This is child abuse, call DYFS 
I might just be getting nicer 
You young boys ain't ready fa'real 
30's the new 20, nigga, I'm so hot still! 

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 dat (like dat) 
I used to carry knots like dat (like dat) 
Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such 
Baby boy, cause I'm all grown up 
Ha! 

30's the new 20, nigga, I'm on fire still 
These young boys is like fire drills 
Uh 
False alarms 
Uh 
The next don? 
Nah, he ain't got it 
On to the next one 
Young 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 patent leather shoes fool you young'un 
I got the fully in the tux 
Ha, that was my past, now I'm so grown up I don't got one
gun on me 
Got a sum on me to hire a gun army get you spun like laundry

And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly 
Listening to R&B 
When we get the call he's no longer with us, fire your
babysitters 
You lil fucks fall back fa'real 
30's the new 20, nigga, I'm so hot still! 

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 hoody like dat (like dat) 
Five deep in the hoopty like dat (like dat) 
Now I got Black Cards, good credit and such 
Baby boy, cause I'm all grown up 
Ha! 

Ya'll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day 
Ya'll young'uns chase, I'm Patron' it straight
I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez 
Ya'll drink Dom, but not Rose' 
Hey 
Ya chick shop at the mall 
My chick burning down Bergdorf's 
Coming back with Birkin bags 
Ya chick is like, ?What type of purse is that?? 
I'm from the era when niggas don't snitch 
You from the era where snitching is the shit 
I'm afraid of the future-Why? 
Ya'll respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter 
Ya'll 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! 

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 
Yeah, we used to ball like dat (like dat) 
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 
Ha!