Fast Forward

[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 nigga how to chase the bag

I ain't gotta turn back

Three stripes on a nigga, 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 nigga 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 niggas with me, the same niggas 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