[Chorus]
Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel
Tight-lip I don't tell, YT I do well
She likes my jewelry, flirt game to fool me
Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall
[Post-Chorus]
Medusa head, cutted off all her purses
Perseus led, still couldn't rid these curses
Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waiting
Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan
[Hook]
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
[Verse 1]
Give me that fame and gold
All they want in this bitch
Social Blade from my back
They just wanna get rich
Known to the online people
Take the control of sheeple
Attention to build the ego
None of that shit where we go
Everyone on these social ladders
What they get is everything that matters
Checking numbers on a page, in an age
Where the worth of the person is made
By the social numbers on the site
Sam Rockwell will know that's not right
Stabbing our friends in the back like Jason
Na I'm not the one who's chasing
Riches and bitches
Tryna be fly like Aladdin
Calling the genie for wishes
Grass is greener on the other side
Fuck it, Bill o'Reilly let me do it live
Take my boring life, fill it up with plastic
So fantastic
Now they're all fake, shit
[Towards the wall but still she’s]
[Chorus]
Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel
Tight-lip I don't tell, YT I do well
She likes my jewelry, flirt game to fool me
Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall
[Post-Chorus]
Medusa head, cutted off all her purses
Perseus led, still couldn't rid these curses
Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waiting
Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan
[Hook]
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
I don't want fame and gold
Give me that fame and gold
[Verse 2]
Panamera on a single wrist
Got it moving like an exorcist
Gave it to her like I'm DMX
Snap a pic, social flex
What's next? No brainer
Flicking through just to entertain her
Flicking through for a Nike trainer
Flicking through for another gainer
Moving on cause she living greater
Living bigger than the Canyon crater
Spinning off in a 911
Reaching for a Heaven
Lucky number seven
Where the social really has the ammunition
Whipping, winning when she in the kitchen
Cooking up a mix fame and gold
Body warm, but her heart is cold
Body warm, but her heart is cold
Towards the wall but still she’s, still she’s
[Chorus]
Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel
Tight-lip I don't tell, YT I do well
She likes my jewelry, flirt game to fool me
Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall
