[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