Jeff Hardy Lyrics

Ain't loving that hoe she through

Leave the bank with all blues

My money old but the Glock new

I put my pros inside the box hell nah them ain't tennis shoes

Ain't got no scholarship but all my niggas ball like we hoop

Bitch we ball like we Duke I put Bino on my jersey

I work magic with the Glock we blow mo' smoke than James Worthy

Make the choppa flip Jeff Hardy we gone show them boys no mercy

Money calling like it's a problem imma pull up in a hurry

I take the good with the bad

I put hundreds in the stash

Racks in my pocket bitch it's hard not to sag

Glock with the beam bitch we playing laser tag

Balling so damn hard I'm number one in the draft

Put a bitch in her place put her feelings in the trash

I get paid off the streams I get paid off the bag

Fast whip the wheels spin when I tap on the gas

Exotic bows on the scale hit my line they selling fast

Everything must go like it's Black Friday

I was hitting sales before school so I showed up tardy

Disrespect we put you on a flyer we don't throw parties

She gone let me fuck and paint her face like she Jeff Hardy

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