Make the World Go Round (feat. Chris Brown & the Game)

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 greater till 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 disgusting

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 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 and Cool, we ridin' heavy

N.Y. 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, toast to the ballers

(We make the world go 'round)

And tell the ballers to pour a glass for all of us

(We make the world go 'round)

I see you haters on the floor, jockin' my swag

I'm poppin' Ralph Lauren tags

I'm pourin' champagne inside a polo glass

Model bitches rollin' grass

Escabon foldin' cash

Toasting with my entourage

Went from robbing armored cars

To all my stars

Red carpet to the L'Ermitage

We throwin' red dice at the Mirage

I pull that red Lamborghini or 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

Nope

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)

Wit that slow song

Tell Hawaii 5-0 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, toast to the ballers

(We make the world go 'round)

And tell the ballers to pour a glass for all of 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 steppin'

Ladies on the floor and all in, two steppin'

From L.A. to Harlem, two-steppin'

(From L.A 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 hunnid cash, shoppin'

Violence only would 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 hunnid carats the average up on the neck, black

Paid the cost to 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 plaque's 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 Michael 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, toast to the ballers

(We make the world go 'round)

And tell the ballers to pour a glass for all of us

(We make the world go 'round)