Where’s Yours At? Pharrell Williams (Ft. Rohff)

[Hook]
Where's yours at
Where's yours at
Where's yours at
Come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah
Come on, hah, come on, hah, come on

[Verse 1: Pharrell]
Yeah I'ma skater, yeah I'm dirty
Lookin' for my wife, while they smart and perty
Your material-listic, journey
That bullshit, don't concern me
Ah, here you go, talking big shit
You ain't think, I could flip it like this quick
You just talking, and I'm the big shit
Without mentioning my hit list, for instance
Color dunk show, got 'em all yo
Got a different car, under each garage do'
From the Rolls Royce, that rides like hydro
That white 550, nigga, kicking like Tae Bo
I don't give a f*ck, what ya haters think
Fam' I did things, my major means
At a pretty young age, I did major things
I made major cream, I eat major greens
First the yellow diamonds nigga, made ya bling
Had the baddest bitches, on the major scene
F*ck what ya heard and what you think you seen
I f*ck that bitch who come from Cover Girl, to Maybelline
Quater million jewelry from, Las Van Dome
Diamonds and plat', like glass and chrome
Black credit card, just asking on
Didn't need it, just didn't have it home
White girl in Africa, Black in Rome
Philipina girl, just packing at home
All the girls I get, I hack and moan
Man I give 'em the dick, you know them bitches just gone
Nigga raise ya funds, been crazier son
But nigga ignorant, and Star Trak, take his fun
I'm the keyboard killer, with the raz-or toungue
Don't come back tellin me, what play-ers done
I did it big, and I made it fun, and I made a ton
Oh yeah the Rolls Royce got psychedelic flowers painted on it, and I'm leaning on a nigga wit a lazor gun
The house in Virginia, that's what I'm living in
Building in Carribean, fillin 'em and buildin' 'em
"Paris too?" said the strangest girl
I said bitch, I'm tryna change the world, whoo