Jay-Z30 Something [Explicit]

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport To fuck with Young HO, international Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, check me out 30's the new 20, nigga, I'm so hot still Better broad, better automobile Bet a yard, bet a hundred mil Then by the song's end, I'll probably start another trend I know ev'ry thing you wan' do I did all that by the age of twenty one By twenty two, 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 like, “Fuck, this is child abuse Call DYFS”, I must just be gettin' 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 I used to carry knots like dat Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up 30's the new 20, nigga, I'm on fire still These young boys is like fire drills False alarms, the next don He ain't got it, on to the next one Still here, still here like Mike Gotta stop playin' with these children I'm a bully with the bucks Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, young'n 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 army to hire a gun army, get you 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 wit us Fire your babysitters You little 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 hoodie like that Pile deep in a hooptie like that Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron and it's great I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé Your chick shop at the mall My chick burn it down Bergdorf's Comin' back with Birkin 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 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 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 that Now we own the ball team, holla back Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
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