Make The World Go Round

Yeah, lace the nations 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 greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
Till mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin mean nothinWomen 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 time for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'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 FendiVivienne Westwood, I'm good
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
Dre and Cool, we ridin heavy and why to Miami?
'CauseWe make the world go round
Now let's toast to the hustlers
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstasWe 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 of us
We make the world go roundI see you 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 cashToastin with my entourage went from robbin' armored cars
To armin' stars, red carpet to the L'Armitage
We throwin red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garageInstead of shoppin South Beach like havin a Terror Squad
We the best, big pimpin, top down, chrome spinnin
Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen, no Just Romo you tryin' to shine I put the nine on your jersey for chromoJessica Simpson that's so-so
Nick want his baby back, but that's low so
Tell Hawaii 5-0 to catch me at the pro bowl
On the field diamonds chokin the jockey on my PoloCB let em know though
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We make the world go roundTell the gangstas to toast to the balers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We make the world go roundWe make the world go round
From my town and your town
We on top, no stoppin us now
We got Patron, the ballers two-steppinLadies on the float and all of 'em two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
So I ain't stop he need to put the ladies upWe start with Bellini's and end with Patron 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 100 cash, shoppinViolence only when hafta, hafta to swell you up
Prefer a Peach Schnapps, beer, a Juet, or a Vanilla Dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck, blackPaid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion, seein me is like
Seein through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashinAnd I'm laughin', my plaque's from album sales
Y'all is ring-tone platinum but .99 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 to toast to the gangstas
We make the world go roundTell them gangstas to toast to the ballers
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
We make the world go round