Yeah yeah
Oh

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

Medusa head, cutted off all her purses
Perseus led, still couldn't rid these curses
Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waitin'
Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan

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

Give me that fame and gold
All they want in this bitch
SocialBlade 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
Ev'ryone 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
Stabbin' our friends in the
Back like Jason, nah, i'm not the one who's
Chasin' 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


Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel
Tight-lip, she don't tell, YT she do well
She likes her jewelry, flirt game
She fooled me
Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall

Medusa head, cutted off all her purses
Perseus led, still couldn't rid these curses
Underworld snakes, sly on the ground, waitin'
Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan

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

Yeah, yeah 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
Flickin' through just to entertain her
Flickin' through for a Nike trainer
Flickin' through for another gainer
Movin' on 'cause she livin' greater
Livin' bigger than the Canyon crater
Spinnin' off in a 911, reachin' for a Heaven
Lucky number seven
Where the social really has
The ammunition, whippin', winnin'
When she in the kitchen
Cookin' up a mix of 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

Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel
Tight-lip, she don't tell, YT she do well
She likes her jewelry, flirt game
She fooled me
Knowing I still fall, yeah, I still fall