Make The World Go Round

Yeah, laced and Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around, or I'm wasting fabric I don't feel greater 'til my plush pieces 'cause you to suck your teeth So mean-mugging on my clean-thugging mean nothing Women dream I'm your husband I'm Alex Pushkin, the black poetry-writing Russian, ice disgusting I started bling, how could you question my direction Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping You hate me, should thank me, but lately I burned so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder Your best success is my worst blunder Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi Vivienne Westwood, I'm good Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood Dre & Cool, we riding heavy, NY to Miami 'cause We make the world go round Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a polo glass Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage We throwing red dice at the Mirage I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad (We The Best!) Big pimping, top down chrome spinning "Top Gun", Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen No, just Romo You tryna shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson, that's so-so Nick want his (baby back), but that's Loso Tell Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the Pro Bowl On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my Polo CB, let 'em know though We make the world go round Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangsters We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top, no stopping us now We got Patron, the ballers two stepping Ladies on the floor and all 'em two stepping From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping From L.A. to Harlem, two stepping So iced out, it's easy to point them haters out We start with Bellini's and end with Patron shots H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart Alife tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store with bags Worth a hundred cash shopping Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouet, a vanilla dutch Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet, bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck, black Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche Top down, new fashion Seeing me is like seeing through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera light, flashing And I'm laughing, my plaques' from album sales Y'all is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track What! Now let's toast to the hustlers We make the world go round Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas We make the world go round Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers We make the world go round And tell the ballers pour a glass for all us We make the world go round --- Make the World Go Round - Nas, Chris Brown and The Game