Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still The Subject, artist - Strick.
Date of issue: 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 |