First things first, they can all get to work
I'm my best and my worst
Pull up in suburbs
Bitches all like brr
Nigga, you so cold, how your wrist so froze?
Talking like first things first, they can all get to work
You got me thinking we could have something that might work
Even though I wish I met your fine friends first
You caught my eye, mama
So how could I drop ya?
Either I'm nice or hella mean, but today I'm in between
So fine me, fine me
I'm lost in my thoughts, sleeping in Versace sheets
Fileting on my steaks when it's bon apetit
You gotta watch your step 'cause it's not guaranteed, ay
I'm a rarity, apparently, ay
I can make a hater suck, parodies, ay
I just want a new house with a pair of keys, ay
Maybe get some animals, like some parakeets, ay
And that some fly shit
So fuck it up, fuck it up
Baby, represent
A nigga like me, I'm a blessing
Girl, I'm heaven sent
I can get you that new purse
But you gotta put in work
Ain't second, ain't third, baby
First things first, they can all get to work
I'm my best and my worst
Pull up in suburbs
Bitches all like brr
Nigga, you so cold, how your wrist so froze?
Talking like first things first, they can all get to work
[G-Eazy]
Listen, baby
I'm hella tall, I only fly first class, I need the leg room
Touched down in your city, headed straight to your bedroom
Chopped the top off of the whip for extra head room
Smiling 'cause I know I'm getting head soon
Listen, I was brought up as a man with a lotta class
Let's cop Prada bags and cop Balenciaga tags
When you living like this, babe, you gotta spaz
Try keeping up with us but you just not as fast
Town to the universe if G ain't guap that
Don't try acting like you not mad
Sneak this but in my presence acting like it's not bad
On the west coast I get the typa love pop cat
It's the Valentino vampire, Saint Laurent savage
Castle in the hills and my lifestyle's lavish
A hundred on my wrist but I still can't time manage
It's baseball money, baby, check my batting average
First things first, they can all get to work
I'm my best and my worst
Pull up in suburbs
Bitches all like brr
Nigga, you so cold, how your wrist so froze?
Talking like first things first, they can all get to work
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