Verse One

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

Chorus

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

Verse Two

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

Chorus

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

Verse Three

Y'all roll blunts,
I smoke 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 Rosé

Your chick shop
At the mall
My chick burning down
Bergdorf

Coming back with
Berkin bags
Your 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 sh*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

Chorus

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