Nas, Chris Brown, The Game - Make the World Go Round lyrics

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Yeah

Laced at Macy's, don't have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around
Or I'm wastin' fabric
I don't feel great until my plush pieces
Cause you to suck your teeth
So mean-muggin' on my
Clean-thuggin' mean nothin'
Women, dream I'm your husband
I'm Alex Pushkin, the
Black poetry-writin' Russian, ice disgustin'
I started bling
How could you question my direction
Or my Tom Ford
Collection? Gangstas two-steppin'
You hate me, should thank me
But lately, I burn 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 and Cool (This is) , we ridin' 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 jockin' my swag
I'm poppin' Ralph Lauren tags and pourin'
Champagne inside a Polo glass
Model bitches rollin' grass
Escobar unfoldin' cash
Toastin' with my entourage
Went from robbin' armored cars
To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage
We throwin' 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 pimpin', top down, chrome spinnin'
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 Five-O to catch me
At the Pro Bowl on the field
Diamonds chokin' the jockey on my Polo
CB, let 'em know though

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

We make the world go 'round
From my town to your town
We on top, no stoppin' us now
We got Patrón, the ballers two-stepping
Ladies on the floor and all 'em two-stepping
From LA to Harlem, two-steppin'
(From LA to Harlem, two-steppin')
So iced out
It's easy to point them haters out

We start with Bellini's and
End with Patrón shots
H lorenzo, belt buckle from Chrome Heart
A-Life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk
Out the store with bags
Worth a hundred cash, shoppin'
Violence only when have to
Have to swell you up
Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouët
A vanilla dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that three hundred 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
Seein' me's like seein' through the lens
Of Helmut Newton's camera light flashin'
And I'm laughin'
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

Oh, oh, oh oh oh