Ain't Nothin' Goin' On But f**in' - 30 Something lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z] You ain't got enough stamps in ya pa**port to f** with Young H-O (heh-heh-heh) International . . . uhh Show young boys how to do this thing The maturation of Jay-Zeezy . . heh Check me out [Verse 1: Jay-Z] 30's the new 20 n***a I'm so hot still (Uhh) Better broad, better automobile (Uhh) Bet a yard (Naw!) Bet a hundred mil That by the song's end I'll probably start another trend I know everything you wann' do I did all that by the age of 21 By 22, 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're like "fu*k! This is child abuse, call DYFS!" I must just be getting nicer You young boys ain't ready for real 30's the new 20 n***a, I'm so hot still [Hook 1: Jay-Z] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f** Bay boy, now I'm all grown up I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck Bay boy, now I'm all grown up I used to play the block like that (like that) I used to carry knots like that (like that) Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Bay boy cause I'm all grown up [Verse 2: Jay-Z] 30's the new 20 n***a, I'm on fire still These young boys is like fire drills (Uhh) False alarms (Uhh), the next don (Naw) He ain't got it (Uhh), on to the next one (Young) Still here (Yeah), still here like Mike Gotta stop playin' with these children (Chea) I'm a bully with the bucks (boots) Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you youngin' 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 on me to hire a gun army, get ya 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 with us, fire ya babysitters You little f**s fall back for real 30's the new 20 n***a, I'm so hot still [Hook 2: Jay-Z] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f** 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 (like that) Five deep in a hooptie like that (like that) Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Baby boy cause I'm all grown up [Verse 3: Jay-Z] (heh-heh-heh) Ya'll roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day Ya'll youngins chase, I'm Patronin' it straight I like South Beach, but I'm in St. Tropez Ya'll drink Dom, but not rosé (hey) Ya chick shop at the mall My chick burnin' down Bergdorf's Comin' back with Birkin bags Ya chick is like, "What type of purse is that?" I'm from the era where n***as don't snitch You from the era where snitchin' is the sh** I'm afraid of the future (why?) Ya'll respect the one who got shot, I respect the shooter Ya'll go to parties to ice grill I go to parties to party with nice girls Young boys gotta chill 30's the new 20 n***a, I'm so hot still [Hook 3: Jay-Z] I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f** 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 Ya, we used to ball like that (like that) Now we own the ball team, holla back (holla back) Now I got Black cards, good credit and such Baby boy cause I'm all grown up