[Intro]
Agent Banks on the track

[Verse 1]
Yeah, Fendi got on her shit (On her shit)
Shows on the road, they lit (They lit)
Fendi don't take no shit (Take no shit)
Five feet, but my heart 6'10" (6'10")
Yeah, I gotta win (I gotta win)
Yeah, I gotta win (I gotta win)
4 Pockets, I gotta go in (Gotta go in)
I'm with whatever these bitches be talkin'
I'm goin' in and I'm never stoppin'
Ain't got no time, I ain't got no watches
Pose for the cam 'cause bitches be watchin'
These bitches ain't dumb, they know how we rockin'
Eastside baby, came straight from the projects
I'm with the gang, yeah, n***a, we mobbin'
Capital One, we like, "What's in your wallet?"

[Chorus]
Fendi, go'n pop your shit (Pop your shit)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for shit (Stop for shit)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic
Fendi, go'n pop your shit (Pop your shit)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for shit (Stop for shit)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic

[Verse 2]
I want double C all on my feet (All on my feet)
Double all my C (Yeah, yeah)
If I play, it's for keeps
Call me Dwyane like I play for the Heat
Before all this shit (All this shit)
I ain't had nothin' (I ain't had nothin')
Turned nothin' to somethin' (Turned nothin' to somethin')
Now I'm gettin' money (Now I'm gettin' money)
Hoes say that they want smoke with me, bitch ain't talkin' 'bout shit (Bitch ain't talkin' 'bout shit)
Ain't no question, pull up where you at, run up in your shit (Fah-fah-fah-fah)
If it's smoke, then it's up (It's up)
I'ma pop my shit (I'ma pop my shit)
If it's smoke, then it's up
I'ma pop my shit

[Chorus]
Fendi, go'n pop your shit (Pop your shit)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for shit (Stop for shit)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic
Fendi, go'n pop your shit (Pop your shit)
Nah, Fendi ain't stop for shit (Stop for shit)
Hatin' ass hoes on the 'Gram gon' lurk
But never gon' like my pic