[Intro]
CashMoneyAP
D-Roc

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Fast forward, I hope I don't crash
Pushin' and got two hundred on the dashboard
I got on my knees, that's God over me
And he get what I asked for
Fourteen ballin', now we can alley hoop it off the backboard
Remember I was down bad
I was broke and I pressed fast forward
Pause, fast forward
Rewind, fast forward
Run the players up, had to fast forward
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
Remember nights I was sleepy? I had to go get a safe
Thirty bands, I had to bust it down like I put the diamonds in the face
What about when I was eight years old? Me and Monny have a place
And they took my dawg, Jay knew he was only runnin' from the jays
He taught a n***a how to chase the bag
I ain't gotta turn back
Three stripes on a n***a, feelin' like Adidas
And I had to earn that
Sorry momma for the drama, gotta keep the drama
No, you don't deserve that
Went to County from a bird stretch
Seen a lot, had to learn from that
In the projects with the bed bugs
Now the whole gang bitin' me
Got gorillas locked up in the cage
And they ain't tryna find the key
I be swishin', only ballin'
Why they always tryna lie to me?
She just want me 'cause I'm in my bag
Total buffin', he get signed to me
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Fast forward, I hope I don't crash
Pushin' and got two hundred on the dashboard
I got on my knees, that's God over me
And he get what I asked for
Fourteen ballin', now we can alley hoop it off the backboard
Remember I was down bad
I was broke and I pressed fast forward
Pause, fast forward
Rewind, fast forward
Run the players up, had to fast forward
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
'Member days I was dead broke
I was down to my last (Last)
Then I went and got a mask, uh
Hit a lick and get a bag, oh
Last nights, sunny mornings
Bust a trench while I'm yawnin'
We get better, put it all on her (All on her)
Fast forward, now, I'm ballin'
Look at my whip, bitch, it's newer than yours
Off on that backboard, yeah, that's how I score it
You know that bringin' my Glizzy on buck
I hit her so good, she gave me a reward
Bitch, am I stylin' it? Run with it
I'm 'bout to dry up that work, let the fade hit
If I pull up, you get popped like a Xan with it
Thirty-three shots, got enough for your fam' in it
Give a bag to my Lil' E, he fightin' a case
Trap out the bando, distribute the weight
The way that you actin', I know that you fake
Finessin' a n***a and sellin' the shake (I don't shake)
Play by the rules, I'm playin' for keeps (Playin' for keeps)
Ran through the mud, got dirt on my sneaks (Dirt on my sneaks)
The same n***as with me, the same n***as eat
I hopped in the field and turned to a beast
[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Fast forward, I hope I don't crash
Pushin' and got two hundred on the dashboard
I got on my knees, that's God over me
And he get what I asked for
Fourteen ballin', now we can alley hoop it off the backboard
Remember I was down bad
I was broke and I pressed fast forward
Pause, fast forward
Rewind, fast forward
Run the players up, had to fast forward
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah