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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