Bhad Bhabie - Hi Bich

Oh my God, Ronny!
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
It do not drip when I pour it
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
Please stop, please stop, please stop, please stop (stop that shit)
That fit look like you bought it at a kiosk (Was it on sale though?)
And they got the nerve to ask, "why she hot?" (she hot)
Why you counting all that money that we got?
I ain't worried 'bout no basic bitches
All y'all look like you still fly Spirit
All y'all must not've looked in the mirror
All y'all lookin' but the windows tinted, like (hi, bitch)
I don't know what made all y'all…