You ain't got enough stamps in your passport   To *** 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, ***, 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, ?*** 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, *** I'm so hot still      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   Baby boy, now I'm all grown up      I used to play the block like that   I used to carry knots like that   Now I got Black cards, good credit and such   Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up      30's the new 20, *** 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      I'm 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 *** fall back fa' real   30's the new 20, *** I'm so hot still      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   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 *** 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 *** don't snitch   You from the era where snitchin' is the ***   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, *** I'm so hot still      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   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