First Things First (feat. G-Eazy & Reo Cragun)

Mm-mm (Nelly Nell), yeah
 Yeah, oh, yeah
 Mm (It's a check)
 First things first, they can all get the work
 I'm the best at my worst
 Pull up in Suburbans, bitches all like, "Brr
 Nigga you so cold
 How your wrist so froze?" (Froze)
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
 Talking like, "First things first, they can all get the work"
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah, ayy)
 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 find me, find me
 I'm lost in my thoughts, sleepin' in Versace sheets
 Filleting all my steaks when it's bon appétit
 You gotta watch your step 'cause it's not guaranteed, ayy
 I'm a rarity, apparently, ayy
 I can make a hater suck, a pair of these, ayy
 I just want a new house with a pair of keys, ayy
 Maybe get some animals, like some parakeets, ayy
 And that's 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 (Yeah)
 But you gotta put in work (Ayy, ayy)
 It ain't second, it ain't third, baby (Ayy, yeah)
 First things first, they can all get the work
 I'm the best at my worst
 Pull up in Suburbans, bitches all like, "Brr
 Nigga you so cold
 How your wrist so froze?" (Froze)
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
 Talking like, "First things first, they can all get the work"
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah, 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 gettin' head soon
 Listen, I was brought up as a man with a lotta class
 Let's cop Prada bags and pop Balenciaga tags
 When you living like this, bae, you gotta spaz
 Try keeping up with us, but you just not as fast
 Town to the universe it's G and Guapdad
 Don't try actin' like you not mad
 Sneak diss but in my presence acting like it's not bad
 On the West Coast I get the typa love 'Pac had
 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 the work (Yee, G)
 I'm the best at my worst
 Pull up in Suburbans, bitches all like, "Brr
 Nigga you so cold
 How your wrist so froze?" (Froze)
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
 Talking like, "First things first, they can all get the work"
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)
 Oh yeah, oh yeah (Oh yeah)