Still The Subject - Strick

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