Medusa

Lyrics

[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