[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 Greggery
[?] lifting 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