Soulja Boy - The First lyrics

Hit me on my iPhone, boy I get my grind on You just dropped a new hit, but why that sound like my song Platinum plaques and marble floors when I cut my lights on Nike gang checks everywhere, b**h soon as I ride on First off lets get one thing straight I'm smashin out farrari, f**in up the hand brake The hentai on the kush got my lungs, its amazing Just smoke a gold bar, roll up later and I'm skating, just skating Paper chasing, for my haters I'm skating, just skating Paper chasing, for my haters Camo shorts, fresh as f** with a purple T Yellow diamond brightlin, it cost 200 Gs It ain't to many people on the map ain't heard of me When I step inside the club I be like 30 deep I'm chillin, gold grillin 28 inches on it so I'm gettin wit it You know what I do, you know what I does SOD money gang, go and throw it up I'm chillin, we chillin Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin I'm chillin, we chillin Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin Every track I'm on, you know the kids straight mash it Internationally known for rockin all the latest fashions VIP in the club, holding up gla**es and everyday I set a new trend for the ma**es Super fresh swag, you know I go too in She said she got two friends, you know I got two Benz' The SLR and AMG, I drop the top of the convertible now hate on me Talkin racks on racks, yeah that's that swag talk Slow motion in the club, yeah that's that swag walk A fine dime piece, yeah that's what that swag brought A drop top bugatti parked on that asphalt I'm chillin, gold grillin 28 inches on it so I'm gettin wit it You know what I do, you know what I does SOD money gang, go and throw it up I'm chillin, we chillin Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin I'm chillin, we chillin Is you chillin, tell me how you feelin