1230 Waka Flocka Flame & French Montana

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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