Streetz Dry - Trouble, Cash Out, Yung Ralph

The streets dry, it’s drout time

Call the plugs up, it’s clout time

You better put that paper up

Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up

Big faces, now whip it out

Bitches taste it

They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

You better have your cook game right, cause in the drout, it’ll save you

And I even pimped them hoes, they pay, they do

If a nigga play, I show him what them Ks do

I ain’t gotta get fly, four times out the week, Ca$h Out go fly

Ca$h Out stay high, niggas, they paint my tires

They goin hit the hood up, and let the cheques come in my ride

Last week, you was talkin that paper

This week, you done turned to a hater

Nigga, don’t forget, I don’t take niggas shit

Just got my fam and my clique, only need my bitch

The streets dry, it’s drout time

Call the plugs up, it’s clout time

You better put that paper up

Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up

Big faces, now whip it out

Bitches taste it

They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

I pull up, big faces stuffed in all my placks

Big face, holy moly, you can cop it

If you you wanted to, go collect tuition

Money

Hundred out the door, the right of me

Ain’t no ride out of site of me

Your bitch pussy, I had some

Told her bring me paper, she ain’t have none

Then shauty, you disqualified

With Gotti, I’m the life of the party

Trouble, Ralph and Ca$h Out, you know what that sound like?

Fuckin with Ca$h Out, we keep it tight

My nigga Bird, he keep the camera

I be fuckin niggas bitches, that’s why they keep on starin

Xan take me to Mars, bitch

The streets dry, it’s drout time

Call the plugs up, it’s clout time

You better put that paper up

Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up

Big faces, now whip it out

Bitches taste it

They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit

Bustin jugs on ya, money like a motherfucker

Just bought a Viper, be runnin like a motherfucker

VVS and bullits, burnin like a motherfucker

Been in the bank, and I’m learnin like a motherfucker

All about my paper, hustler by nature

Turned the struggle to the muscle, nigga, I made it

The streets in a drout, no one got the work

On the road, doin shows, leave my buddy with the work

You want some trouble, nigga, I can call my other niggas

Price on your head, I could buy one of you sucka niggas

Lil nigga, but I’m known to do it BIG

44 a brick, it’s cheaper if you holla at me

Juug!

The streets dry, it’s drout time

Call the plugs up, it’s clout time

You better put that paper up

Paper get these bitches, ain’t no changin up

Big faces, now whip it out

Bitches taste it

They chargin 44 green, rich niggas in the clique, real nigga shit