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[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I pulled up in the give me yo bitch I stay with a tool, [?] rich [?] Grinch, they call me Waka Flocka Caution tape [?] I'm riding [?] I don’t even need a gun I put it on the road, my brother [?] Knock your head next to your shoe I killed the parking lot, third degree flexing Never tell her nothing, hoes [?] like the Weston I keep a lotta clips, I got a lotta haters Rock a lotta chains, I'm talking all kinds of flavors Never could go broke, [?] he my neighbor Youngest on deck, I know you see him, they gon' spray him Flocka! [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] It’s 12:30 On the dot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot Guns, I got a lot Money, I got a lot It's 12:30 On the dot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot Guns, I got a lot Money, I got a lot [Verse 2: French Montana] Southside on the beat, we got that coke sound Bitch, you gotta [?] drown Fuck with that Patrone, but want some more, brown Money getting mo, I kick your door, down Fuck your accessories, Montana Greggory Hines stepping on that work Blindlifting up my shirt You ain't getting money, who you think you're lieing to? Talk about that brown bag, yeah, I take [?] too Money, got a lot Hoes, got a lot Work, got a lot [?] paper tag, drove it off the lot Tell that bitch I'm on, hundred deep [?] Me and Flocka, 'bout to turn the club out Montana! [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] It's 12:30 On the dot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot Guns, I got a lot Money, I got a lot It's 12:30 On the dot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot I pulled up flexing, I just killed the parking lot Guns, I got a lot Money, I got a lot