Track byNas
Lace in Macy's don't have it A hatred addict I need faces mad with frowns When I'm around Or I'm wasting the fabric I don't feel greater To 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 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 living 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 And why to Miami? 'Cause . . . [Chorus] (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, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour glass for all us. (We make the world go round) I see you haters on the floor jockin' my swag I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags I'm pouring champagne inside a polo glass Model bitches rollin' grass Escabon folding cash Toasting wit my entourage Went for Robin Armitage To all my stars Red carpet to the Larmitage We throwin' red dice At the Mirage I pull that red Lamborghini Or twenties out my garage Instead of shopping South Beach like and Terror Squad We the Best! big pippin Top down chrome spinnin Top Gun Tom Cruise Tucked inside my Gucci linen Nope Jess Romo you tryin' a shine Up on with the nine On your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson that's so-so Nick warner's (baby back) Wit that lo so. Devil white 5-0 they catch me at the pro bowl on the field diamonds Choking the jockey on my polo CB let em know though [Chorus] We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top no stopping us now We got patron to ballers two steppin Ladies on the float and all in two steppin From Malay to Harlem two stepping (echo) So I' stop cause we made it where the ladies are We 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, shopping Balance only would have to Have to swell you up Before a pea snaps as you wet 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 laughin' My plaque's from album sales Y'all is ringtone 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 [Chorus]