Hostess
Morgan Lyrics


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Chorus:

Iโ€™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

Iโ€™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

V1:

You can pop bottles if you want
Giving off charm, hanging bitches from your arm
So you think youโ€™ve got style but you donโ€™t
Youโ€™re not coming in, even with your Gucci coat
Iโ€™m looking at the ice on your throat
Talking so big boy, I hope you donโ€™t choke
Yeah youโ€™ve got a little something on your nose
You ainโ€™t coming in itโ€™s a broke-free zone

Yeah I know youโ€™re leasing your Lambo
Arms so jack like youโ€™re Rambo
Yeah I know youโ€™ve never seen a bankroll
(Uhhh, uhhh)
Yeah I know youโ€™re leasing your iPhone, yeah
Play the bad boy like youโ€™re Santo, yeah
Really think youโ€™re Rocky but youโ€™re Fat Joe
Scaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago

Chorus:

Iโ€™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

Iโ€™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

V2:

Gold finish
Gold trimmings
Gold simmons
What you gonna do with these?
Double digits
Six figures
Ice earrings
What you gonna do with these?
See me in my story in my villa
I be by the cupboard with the liquor
Queen of the desert, like Pracilla
No pre-game, no mixer

Did ya momma tell u all the doโ€™s and donโ€™ts?
Itโ€™s a girls night, shouldโ€™ve stayed at home
Now I could really do without your cheap cologne
You could empty out a room with your pheromones
Did ya mumma tell you all the doโ€™s and donโ€™ts?
You canโ€™t even touch me in my Saint Laurent
Tryna catch a bag, but ya canโ€™t get stoned
Brag about your boys, but youโ€™re all alone

Chorus:

Iโ€™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

Iโ€™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

Overall Meaning

In Morgan's song "Hostess," the lyrics convey a powerful and confident message. The chorus repeats the phrase "Iโ€™m your motherfucking hostess," which suggests that the singer is in control and commanding attention. The line "Hot benz, all tens, got the mostest" emphasizes their high status, suggesting they have the best of everything and are unapologetically proud of it. The lines "Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast" and "Locked in, tell your friends where we posted" further highlight their dominance and influence in their social circle.


Verse one delves into the theme of materialistic individuals who project an image of success but lack genuine style or substance. The lyrics critique those who try to impress with their expensive possessions, such as Gucci coats and leased luxury cars like a Lamborghini. The line "Talking so big boy, I hope you donโ€™t choke" suggests that these individuals may be all talk and no action. The reference to something on their nose implies drug use or a lack of authenticity. The singer asserts that these individuals are not welcome in their world, creating a "broke-free zone" that values more than just material wealth.


Verse two continues to challenge the materialistic mindset. The repeated use of the word "gold" emphasizes the obsession with wealth and luxury that the lyrics criticize. The lyrics question the purpose and meaning behind these material possessions, challenging the listener to reflect on what they truly value and what impact these possessions have on their lives. The lines "Queen of the desert, like Pracilla" and "No pre-game, no mixer" suggest that the singer is independent, confident, and unbothered by societal expectations or norms.


The lyrics in both verses also target individuals who rely on their external appearance, displaying a lack of substance or depth. The lines "Did ya momma tell u all the doโ€™s and donโ€™ts?" and "Brag about your boys, but youโ€™re all alone" question the authenticity of these individuals' connections and relationships. The lyrics highlight the superficiality of their actions and the emptiness they may feel despite their attempts to project confidence and popularity.


Overall, "Hostess" is a song that celebrates individuality, authenticity, and substance over material possessions and superficiality. It challenges societal expectations and encourages listeners to focus on what truly matters in life, rather than getting caught up in the pursuit of external validation.


Line by Line Meaning

Iโ€™m your motherfucking hostess
I am the one in charge and taking control


Hot benz, all tens, got the mostest
I have the best of everything and I am confident


Raise a motherfucking flute for the toast, yeah
Let's celebrate and raise our glasses in a toast


Locked in, tell your friends where we posted
We are here and staying, let others know


You can pop bottles if you want
You can try to show off and impress


Giving off charm, hanging bitches from your arm
Acting charismatic, surrounded by attractive people


So you think youโ€™ve got style but you donโ€™t
You believe you have fashion sense, but you actually don't


Youโ€™re not coming in, even with your Gucci coat
You won't be allowed in, even with high-end fashion


Iโ€™m looking at the ice on your throat
I see the expensive jewelry you're wearing around your neck


Talking so big boy, I hope you donโ€™t choke
You're bragging so much, I hope it doesn't backfire


Yeah youโ€™ve got a little something on your nose
You have a suspicious substance on your nose


You ainโ€™t coming in itโ€™s a broke-free zone
You won't be allowed in because you're broke


Yeah I know youโ€™re leasing your Lambo
I know you're only renting your Lamborghini


Arms so jack like youโ€™re Rambo
Your arms are so muscular, like Rambo


Yeah I know youโ€™ve never seen a bankroll
I know you've never had a large amount of money


(Uhhh, uhhh)
Unspecified vocalization


Yeah I know youโ€™re leasing your iPhone, yeah
I know you're only leasing your iPhone


Play the bad boy like youโ€™re Santo, yeah
You pretend to be a bad boy, like Santo


Really think youโ€™re Rocky but youโ€™re Fat Joe
You truly believe you're tough like Rocky, but you're actually like Fat Joe


Scaramooosh, do the Mitch fantago
Perform a dance move or action associated with a fictional character


Gold finish
Having a final touch or coating of gold


Gold trimmings
Decorative gold additions or details


Gold simmons
Reference to gold decorations or objects


What you gonna do with these?
How are you going to utilize or show off these gold accessories?


Double digits
Having a large number or amount


Six figures
Having a high salary or income in the hundreds of thousands


Ice earrings
Expensive earrings made of diamonds or other precious stones


What you gonna do with these?
How are you going to utilize or show off these expensive earrings?


See me in my story in my villa
Witness my success and luxurious lifestyle in my mansion


I be by the cupboard with the liquor
I often find myself near the cupboard where the alcohol is kept


Queen of the desert, like Pracilla
I am the dominant and powerful figure in this environment, similar to Pracilla, Queen of the Desert


No pre-game, no mixer
No need for warm-up activities or socializing


Did ya momma tell u all the doโ€™s and donโ€™ts?
Were you taught the proper codes of conduct and behavior by your mother?


Itโ€™s a girls night, shouldโ€™ve stayed at home
This is an evening meant for women, you should have chosen to stay at home


Now I could really do without your cheap cologne
I don't appreciate the scent of your inexpensive perfume


You could empty out a room with your pheromones
Your body odor is so repugnant that it would make everyone leave a room


You canโ€™t even touch me in my Saint Laurent
You can't compare to me or reach my level of high-class fashion


Tryna catch a bag, but ya canโ€™t get stoned
You're trying to earn money, but you're not successful


Brag about your boys, but youโ€™re all alone
You boast about your friends, but you're actually lonely




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Amir Amor, Jasper Harris, Kesi Dryden, Leon Rolle, Morgan Connie Smith, Oliver Rodigan, Piers Aggett

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