🎵 Hi Bich (Remix) // by MoneyatMidnight

2 Contributors Hi Bich (Remix) Lyrics [Intro] Oh my God, Ronny [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it I do not save it, I throw it White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch [Verse 1: MoneyatMidnight] Hi bich, more like bye bitch I'm not a free sample so you don't wanna try bitch Keep playing with me Imma make yo ass cry bitch Who the fuck do you think you talking too Found a dusty ass bitch somebody please go get the broom Man that hoe was hella funny, tryna play with my money Niggas bitchin and they uptight They always in they feelings, never know when something right Saw best friend like hi bich, let's get rich Let's make a couple million or some shit Hold up, the bitch talking shit? Pull up Terrence howard, whoop dat trick Stomp that bitch, choke that hoe Woah woah whoa, I'm freak on high New keys to the new Porsche parked right outside White lines white guy and we both high I bout to get my license come on lets ride Try to fuck with me, definition suicide Girls try to play with me, I had to to let the bitch know Call my girls have your weave on the floor Man that hoe had to go, hoe was so messy Bitch is a snitch, run as soon as you tell it Post your business all on instagram Now they know everything about your fam Everybody so fake, and they all up in your face like Hi bitch, bye bitch [Interlude: Bhad Bhabie] Bitch! You mad, ho Why you so mad, ho? [Verse 4: Bhad Bhabie] Ho, don't wanna try me Yeah, that's on my mama's chromosome Commas run on 10, since I run it up Never wanna line up, I don't do McDonald's Fuck crazy you know I'm breakin' necks when I'm pullin' up (skrrt) All my numbers lookin' outrageous Now the blogs handin' out praises Got the world usin' my phrases Hoes keep my name in their mouth Hope it tastes like shit when they say it (don't say my name, bitch) Barrin' out, I ain't got Xans in me, no Young but I'm ballin' like a damn CEO Bentley truck, said don't give a fuck Came from the street, Boynton Beach Yeah, they know what's up Bitches that hold no position Come at me, fall in my mentions Hoes be thirsty for attention Knock a ho out this dimension Then continue my ascension (why you so mad?) How you hoes livin' with no purpose? I be pumpin' venom in my verses Bitch, you worthless You ain't fuckin' with my worst shit Doubted me, now it's all comin' together like cursive (like cursive, bitch) $50K a show, I'm doin' 30 of 'em 5 million by the summer, keep the numbers runnin' Bitches showin' everything, I be understuntin' (damn) Understandin' your regard, really had nothin' (shit) Shit, but now I'm breakin' records and I'm makin' history (wow) How can they stop me? I swear it's a mystery Parents so sick of me, source of their misery (Let your kids listen to me!) Ho, I do millions on a slow day And I ain't gotta go to school like a snow day But my... in the stu' so it's okay Bank account look like a lick Broke ho, you look like you sick Slide on the beat like it's slick Bitch don't compare me to Iggy That old ho is washed and I'm lit Wouldn't pay her to wash up my whip (Bye, broke bitch, bye, ho!) [Chorus: Bhad Bhabie] White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch I do not sniff it or roll it (no) It do not drip when I pour it (no) I do not run, I reload it I do not save it, I throw it White J's, white Porsche White wrist, white horse Hi, bitch, hi, bitch Hi, bitch, hi, bitch