When we get the call, he's no longer wit us
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
You little *** fall back fa' real
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé
I don't got one gun on me
I like South Beach but I'm in St. Tropez
Your chick shop at the mall
By twenty two, I had that brand new Ac' Coupe
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Show young boys how to do this thing
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***
Yeah, we used to ball like that
I got the fully in the tux
I did all that by the age of twenty one
Bet a yard, bet a hundred mil
Y'all go to parties to ice grill
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I'm a bully with the bucks
I got that six-deuce with curtains, so you can't see me
Y'all respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
Your chick is like, "What type of purse is that?"
30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still
Yet grown enough not to put rims on it
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I'm young enough to know the right car to buy
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Gotta a sum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
I got the right stock
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patron and it's great
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
I guess you could say that my legend just begun
Now we own the ball team, holla back
30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still
Call DYFS”, I must just be gettin' nicer
I don't buy out the bar, I bought the nightspot
My chick burn it down Bergdorf's
I used to play the block like that
And I didn't even have to put tints on it
I'm afraid of the future
Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, young'n
He ain't got it, on to the next one
I got stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
Pile deep in a hooptie like that
I go to parties to party with nice girls
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly listenin' to R&B
Gotta stop playin' with these children
I'm still here, still here like Mike
Better broad, better automobile
Young boys gotta chill
30's the new 20, ***, I'm so hot still
I don't got the bright watch, I got the right watch
The maturation of Jay-Zeezy, check me out
Fire your babysitters
I know you like, “*** this is child abuse
Now I got Black cards, good credit and such
30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still
You from the era where snitchin' is the ***
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
Y'all roll *** I smoke Cubans all day
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a ***
These young boys is like fire drills
False alarms, the next don
I'm from the era where *** don't snitch
30's the new 20, *** I'm on fire still
Then by the song's end, I'll probably start another trend
You young boys ain't ready fa' real
Comin' back with Birkin bags
That was my past, now I'm so grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that
I used to carry knots like that
I know ev'ry thing you wan' do
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
