Where Ya At (Remix) Rick Ross (Ft. Drake & Future)

[Intro]
Early morning on the balcony in my Versace briefs, nigga
Ocean splashes against the stones

[Verse 1]
Rollin wit it it be too heavy to hold it nigga
Rollin hop out hit you right in your emoji nigga
Stories commonly echo throughout the battlefield
Familiar faces fire from inside a Cavalier
Where were you when we squadded up to retaliate
Pardon my French, German Ruger inside the Palisades
Sun seekers and (?), let's have a yacht parade
200 feet too long for the Feds to come confiscate
In the mall I make her smile like Arsenio Hall
Front or back I fuck her raw while accepting my calls
When in right or wrong, still I'm reciting my songs
Kid dynamite, this why they call me the bomb
Took another date, landed in another state
This a lot of raw dishes on my dinner plate
No squid, no crab, all I want is fish
At the wedding I got married singing reminisce
Body guard, fuck you and that body guard
Make 'em come pick up a body 'fore the party start
Ferrari fat boy, they fuck with me on snap chat
I get the party, started fuck her sliding out the back
Her favorite show is How To Get Away With Murder
I got a couple ways, hope your ass a quick learner
Boss, and they call me Renzel
Fuck 'em like I'm Denzel