Lyrics Still The Subject - Strick

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