Finesse. - Finesse Flow (Interlude)

Let’s Go!
I make that money my business
I keep a baddie who listen
I run that shit thru the ceiling
I don’t do shit for attention
But my trigger finger is itchin
My brody he back in the kitchen
He whippin that shit like a wizard
We got pounds we got white we got pigeons
Get to the money I’m stamped that’s on everythin
I’m in a rover my shooter got hella range
Stash box the whip they don’t smell a thing
Hop out that rover and I jump in that coupe and I’m feelin like Bruce Wayne
Yeah!
Uh,
Speed off disappear thru the night
After 12 we don’t stop at the light
Protect my life yeah I’m grippin on the pipe Cause I know these niggas ain’t playing right

Written by:
Darryl McKnight

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