Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still The Subject , by - Strick. Release date: 11.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still The Subject |
| Money, yeah that’s still the subject |
| Thumbin' through some bands, I’m calculating numbers |
| Drop the top off in the winter, I froze my chain in summer, okay |
| Okay, honestly I know she put no one above me, okay |
| Bentley in the parking lot a quarter some' |
| Fly 'em right back to Miami, that’s a border runner |
| Flying spur like a pelican |
| Call the -- and tell him I’m in my bag again |
| Shopppin' spree, all this designer on me |
| Got a forest in my backwood, burning with the homies |
| We send 'em right back up the road, they breaking down the dummies |
| Colgate, finesse 'em, whole place |
| It came with the shoulder strap, yeah gotta hold that K in place |
| No these ain’t no rhinestones, I’m rhyming to the bank |
| The frontends and the backends only time they paper chase |
| Only time that we relate when they talkin' Ben and Franks |
| I might need some stock in Chase |
| Money, yeah that’s still the subject |
| Thumbin' through some bands, I’m calculating numbers |
| Drop the top off in the winter, I froze my chain in summer, okay |
| Okay, honestly I know she put no one above me, okay |
| Bentley in the parking lot a quarter some' |
| Fly 'em right back to Miami, that’s a border runner |
| Flying spur like a pelican |
| Call the -- and tell him I’m in my bag again |
| Gucci, Fendi, Louis, turned into an addiction |
| Shark out of water, cocaine limb, whippin' that fish |
| They can’t tell about nothin', mansion in the hills, working on sister |
| If it ain’t about that bag, nigga why you talkin', it don’t make no sense |
| Yeah, only one spot for us, that’s number one |
| Only two doors on that coupe, I still got room for one |
| It ain’t got no roof on that, push start from the bottom, I’m too legit |
| Still count it up, nigga fuck the feds |
| It’s still hoppin' out with them coolant kits |
| Yeah, money, yeah that’s still the subject |
| Thumbin' through some bands, I’m calculating numbers |
| Drop the top off in the winter, I froze my chain in summer, okay |
| Okay, honestly I know she put no one above me, okay |
| Bentley in the parking lot a quarter some' |
| Fly 'em right back to Miami, that’s a border runner |
| Flying spur like a pelican |
| Call the -- and tell him I’m in my bag again |