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