Showin Out Yeat (Ft. Weiland)

[Intro: Weiland]
Fuck it, let's shoot
Yeah, yeah
Ginseng

[Chorus: Weiland]
Bought that bitch a Birkin bag for her birthday
If givin' head was a sport, she'd get first place
Dior boots on, look like I'm from outer space
If you talkin' shit, I spread them rackies in your face, yeah
-JPG her fit, damn, this bitch got expensive taste-

[Verse 1: Yeat]
Boy, we got too much money
So, we throw it in her face, huh
Woke up LA, they sunny
Hold your spot, we gon' take your place, huh
On the block, got a chop', 'bout to double up
Got some demons on me, 'bout to trouble up, mm
In this shit, better shut your mouth (Ooh)
Up in the club with them hunnids, wе throwin' out

[Interlude: Yeat]
I fell in love with thesе drugs in the crib tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
I fell in love, been addicted to drugs tonight
Throw that shit up (Throw that shit up tonight)
Throw that shit up (We gon' throw that shit up tonight)
Throwin' it up (Throw that shit up tonight)
Throwin' it up (We gon' throw that shit up tonight)