Hostess (feat. MORGAN)

I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

You can pop bottles if you want

Giving off charm, hanging bitches from your arm

So you think you've got style but you don't

You're not coming in, even with your Gucci coat

I'm looking at the ice on your throat

Talking so big, boy, I hope you don't choke

Yeah, you've got a little something on your nose

You ain't coming in, it's a broke-free zone

Yeah, I know you're leasing your Lambo

Arms so jacked like you're Rambo

Yeah, I know you've never seen a bankroll

Yeah, I know you're leasing your iPhone

Play the bad boy like you're Santo, yeah

Really think you're Rocky but you're Fat Joe

Scaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago

I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

(What you gon' do with these

Double digits, six figures, ice earrings?

What you gon' do with these?)

See me in my story in my villa

Uh, I be by the cupboard with the liquor

Uh, Queen of the desert, like Pracilla

Uh, no pre-game, no mixer, yeah

Did ya momma tell u all the dos and don'ts?

It's a girls night, should've stayed at home

Man, I could really do without your cheap cologne

You could empty out a room with your pheromones

Did ya momma tell you all the do's and don'ts?

You can't even touch me in my Saint Laurent

Tryna catch a bag, but ya can't get stoned

Brag about your boys, but you're all alone

I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

Uh, I'm your motherfucking hostess

Hot Benz, all tens, got the mostest

Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah

Locked in, tell your friends where we posted

(What you gon' do with these

Double digits, six figures, ice earrings?

What you gon' do with?)