30 Something

30's the new 20 ni**a I'm so hot still Better broad Better automobile Bet a yard, nah Bet a hundred mil That by the song's end I'll probably start a new trend I know everything, You wanna do I did all that By the age of 21 By 22 I had that brand new AC 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 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 stock brokers That's moving it Like white tops I know you like, f*ck This is child abuse Call DYFS I just might be getting nicer You young boys Ain't ready for real 30's the new 20 ni**a I'm so hot still I used to let them pants sag Not giving a f*ck Baby boy Now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot Putting 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 ni**a I'm on fire still These young boys Is like fire drills False alarms, ahh Next Don, nah He ain't got it, ahh On to the next one Young, still here Still here I'm like Mike, I gotta stop playin with these children I'm a bully with the bucks Don't let the patten leather Fool you young'un I got the fully in the tux That was my past now I'm so grown up I don't got one gun army Gotta a sum army To hire a gun army Get you spun like laundry And I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly Listening to R&B When we get the call he's no longer with us Fire your babysitters You lil f*cks fall back for real 30's the new 20 ni*:a I'm so hot still I used to let them pants sag Not giving a f*ck Baby boy Now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot Putting 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 Y'all roll blunts I somoke Cubans all day Y'all young'uns chase I'm Patroning it straight I like South Beach But I'm in St. Tropez Y'all drink Dom But not Rose Your chick shop At the mall My chick burning down Bergdorf Coming back with Berkin bags You chick is like What type of purse is that? I'm from the era Where ni**as don't snitch You from the era where Snitching is the shi*t 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 ni**a I'm so hot still I used to let them pants sag Not giving a f*ck Baby boy Now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot Putting 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