[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
Oh

[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, waitin'
Sell her the soul, take the mask off, Satan

[Refrain]
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
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
Now they're all fake, shit, (towards the wall, but still she’s—)

[Chorus]
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

[Post-Chorus]
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
[Refrain]
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]
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—
[Chorus]
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