As you probably know, but I'll lament here anyway, the Stones themselves own the rights to nothing of theirs before about Sticky Fingers/Exile On Main Street. It cost them a fortune to extract themselves from their music management contract... I forget at the moment the name of the slimey bastard who owned the rights (I don't know where my copy of Keith's "Life" is right now). But he's now dead and his heirs get that money, through ABKO corporation.
Always makes me sick to be reminded that a rich lawyer's rich kids control and hoover up all the wealth into their own pockets from so much of the greatest rock n roll ever made. But, you know... capitalism... corporations are people, too, and all that.
And the Stones did break out of the contractual trap and kept the rights to their music made 1970ish forward. A very far cry from the economic fates of almost all of the great old black American bluesmen they revered, drew from, and did their best to promote into the white American consciousness, which had overlooked and stepped around them.