Sucka Free Sheek Louch (Ft. Jadakiss)

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
I got a hand on that shiney thing, bail money already
Flying through the streets, call me Don Don Andredi
Paper weight, blow him to little pieces, confeti
Stringy shit, lil bits of meat left, spaghetti
It's all about that paper, you worried 'bout a hood rat
I fuck them in they mouth, 'cause that's the only thing they good at
Niggas shooting on the block, you ain't even shoot back
He said I'll fight you one on one, you ain't even do that
I'm hearing that the club is lit, fuck it, bring a case of it
Roley on my left hand, Cartier bracelet
It ain't all about money, wait til you get a taste of it
Hundred bottles on the table, I ain't even taste the shit
Millionaire dreams, murcielago
New York, [?] real niggas from Chicago
Sandy tims with the sock over the boot
Even my bike club niggas, they gon' shoot

[Chorus: Sheek Louch]
Right now
Get money
Right now
Pop back
Right now
Hold it down
Right now
I don't like you, and you don't like me
I ain't on a diat, but I'ma stay sucka free
Sucka free
I don't like you, and you don't like me
Sucka free
Sucka, sucka, sucka free
I ain't on a diat, but I'ma stay sucka free