Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Jay Z - 30 something ------------------------------------------ You ainīt got enough stamps in your passport to fuck with young H-O International ... uugh ... show ya young boys how to do this thing the maturation of Jay-Z Z check me out 30īs the new 20 nigga Iīm so hot still better broad better au-to-mo-bile bet a yard, nah bet a hundred mill then by the songs end I probably start another trend I know everything you wan do I did all that by the age of 21 by 22 I had that brand new Ack Coupe I guess you can say that my legend just begun Iīm, young enough to know the right car to buy yet grown enough not to put rims on it I got that six-duce with curtains so you canīt see me and I didnīt even have to put tints on it I donīt got the bright watch I got the right watch I donīt buy out the bar, I bought the night spot I got the right stock I ... got ... stockbrokers thatīs movinī it like white tops I know you like fuck, this is child abuse call diapers, I might just be gettinī nicer them young boys ainīt ready for real 30īs the new 20 niggia Iīm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up I use to play the block like that (like that) I use to carry knots like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz Iīm all grown up 30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm on fire still these young boys is like a fire drills (uugh) false alarms (uugh) next don? (naah) heen got- (on) to the next one (Young) Iīm still here (yeah) still here, like Mike gotta stop playinī with these childrens (yeah) Iīm a bully with the bucks donīt let the patten leather shoes fool you youngīn, I got the fully in the tux that was my past now Iīm so grown up I donīt got one gun army, got a slum army to hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry and Iīll be somewhere under palm trees calmly listen to R&B when we get the call heīs no longer witī us fire your babysitters you lilī fucks fall back for real 30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up I use to wear my hoodie like that (like that) pile deep in the hoopty like that (like that) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz Iīm all grown up Yall roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day yall youngīns chase, Iīm Patron and itīs Grey I like South Beach but Iīm in San Tropez yall drink Dom but not Roseī (hey) your chick shop in the mall my chick burninī down Berdolphīs cominī back with Birken Bags your chick is like what type of purse is that? Iīm from the era where niggas donīt snitch you from the era where snitchinī is the shit Iīm afraid of the future (why?) yall respect the one who got shot I respect the shooter yall go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls you young boys gotta chill 30īs the new 20 nigga, Iīm so hot still [Chorus] I use to let my pants sag, not givinī a fuck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up I use to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck bae boy, now Iīm all grown up yeah we use to ball like that (like that) now we on the ball team, halla back (holla back) now I got black cards, good credit and such bae boy, cuz Iīm all grown up