Artist: Nas f/ Chris Brown, The Game Album: Untitled Song: Make the World Go Round Typed by: Dopeskill@gmail.com [Nas] Yeah, Lace that 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 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 ridin' heavy N.Y. to Miami, 'cause... (We make the world go round) [Nas] (Chris Brown) 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) [The Game] I see the haters on the floor jockin my swag I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a polo glass Model bitches rollin grass, Escobar unfolding cash Toasting with my entourage, went from robbin' armored cars To all my stars, red carpet to the Larmitage 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 [censored], just Romo You tryin' to shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson that's so-so Nick want his (baby back!) but thats lo so Tell the white 5-0 to catch me at the Pro Bowl On the field, diamonds choking the jockey on my polo CB let em know though [Nas] (Chris Brown) (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) [Chris Brown] We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top, no stoppin' us now We got patron, the ballers two steppin' Ladies on the float, and all 'em two steppin' From L.A. to Harlem, two steppin' So iced out cause we need to put them haters out [Nas] 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 100 cash shopping Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up Prefer pea snaps, 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 laughin', my plaques' 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! [Nas] (Chris Brown) 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 them 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)