• Title:Make the world go round
  • Artist:Nas (feat. chris brown and the game)
  • Album:Untitled
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    Nas - Make The World Go Round

    Lace the nations 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 . . .
    (We make the world go round)
    Now let's toast to the hustlers
    Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.
    Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers
    And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
    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 b'tches 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 Khaled and Terror Squad
    We the Best! big pippin
    Top down chrome spinnin
    Top Gun Tom Cruise
    Tucked inside my Gucci linen
    No
    Jess Romo you tryin' a shine
    up on with the nine
    on your jersey for promo
    Jessica Simpson that's so-so
    Nick want his baby back
    but thats 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
    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 hafta
    Hafta 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!
    Tell them gangstas, toast to the ballers