Coco like Chanel, move low like cartel Tight lip, I don't tell, white tee, I do well She likes my jewelry, flirt game to fool me Know when I still fuck, yeah I still fuck Reduce her head, cut it off for her purses Curse this lead, still couldn't rid these curses Other world snakes, slide 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 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 sheep, attention to build that 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 work for the person is made by the social numbers on the site Sam Rockwell, we know that's not right Steppin' out friends in the back like Jason, I'm not the one who's chasing riches and bitches Tryna be fly like Aladdin, callin' the genie for wishes Glasses greener on the other side, fuckin' bid on Raleigh Let me do it live, take my boring life, fill it up with plastic So fantastic, now they all fake, shit Toys of the world, but still she's Coco like Chanel, move low like Cartel Tight lips, she don't tell, white teeth, she do well She likes her jewelry, love her game, she fooled me No, and I still fall, and I still fall Reduce her head, cut it off for her purses Perseus lead, still couldn't rid these curses Underworld snakes, slide on the ground, waitin' Sell her the soul, get them all shoved, Satan I don't want fame and gold, give me that fame and gold Panamera on a single wrist, got her movin' like an exorcist Give 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, girl, she livin' greater Livin' bigger than a Canyon Crater Speedin' off in a 911, rich as forever Lucky number seven with a social really as the ammunition We been winnin' when she in the kitchen, cookin' up a mix Fame and gold, body warm, but her heart is cold Body warm, but her heart is cold Toys of the world, but still she's, still she's Cold, cold like Chanel, move low like Cartel Tight lips, she don't tell, white teeth, she do well She likes her jewelry, flirt games, she fooled me No, and I still fall, and I still fall