Jay-z30 Something

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International, Show y'all young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Z, Z Check me out 30's the new twenty, nigga I'm so hot still Better broad, better automobile 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 twenty-one By twenty-two 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-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 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 twenty, nigga I'm so hot still [Chorus] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a fuck Bad boy, now I'm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Bad 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 Bad boy, 'cause I'm all grown up 30's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still These young boys is like a fire drills (uh) False alarms (uh) Next don? (nah) He got (on) To the next one (young) I'm still here (yeah) Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these children's (yeah) I'm a bully with the bucks Don't let the patten 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 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 and 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 twenty, nigga I'm so hot still [Chorus] Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron, and it's Grey I like South Beach, but I'm in Saint Tropez Y'all drink Dom but not Rose (hey) Your chick shop in the mall My chick burnin' down Berdolph'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?) 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 You young boys gotta chill 30's the new twenty, nigga I'm so hot still [Chorus]
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