Rudimental - Hostess lyrics

[Chorus] I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted [Verse 1] You can pop bottles if you want Givin' off charm, hangin' b*tches from your arm So you think you've got style, but you don't You're not comin' in, evеn with your Gucci coat I'm a-lookin' at the ice on your throat Talkin' so big, boy, I hope you don't chokе And you got a little somethin' on your nose You ain't comin' 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 never seen a bankroll (Ah, ah) Yeah, I know you're leasing your iPhone, yeah Play the bad boy, but you're Santo, yeah Really think you're Rocky, but you're Fat Joe Scaramouche, do the Mitch fantango [Chorus] I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted [Post-Chorus] What you gon' do with these? Double digits, six figures, ice earrings What you gon' do with these? [Verse 2] See me in my story in my villa, uh (Uh, yeah) I be by the cupboard with the liquor, uh (Uh, yeah) Queen of the desert like Priscilla, uh (Uh, uh) No pre-game, no mixer, yeah Did your mama tell you all the dos and don'ts? It's a girls night, shoulda stayed at home Man, I could really do without your cheap cologne You could empty out a room with your pheromones Did your mama tell you all the dos and don'ts? You can't even touch me in my Saint Laurent Tryna catch a bag, but you can't get stoned Brag about your boys, but you're all alone [Chorus] I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted, uh I'm your motherfu*kin' hostess Hot Benz, all tens, got the most-est Raise a motherfu*kin' flute for the toast, yeah Locked in, tell your friends where we posted [Post-Chorus] What you gon' do with these? Double digits, six figures, ice earrings What you gon' do?