Make the World Go Round

[Intro: Nas] Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Yeah [Verse 1: Nas] 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 great until 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 disgustin' 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 burn 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 (This is), we ridin' heavy NY to Miami 'cause [Chorus: Chris Brown, Nas] 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 to toast to the ballers We make the world go 'round And tell the ballers, pour a glass for all us We make the world go 'round [Verse 2: The Game, Chris Brown] I see the 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' cash Toastin' with my entourage, went from robbin' armored cars To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage 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 ****, 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), but that's Loso Tell Hawaii Five-O to catch me at the Pro Bowl On the field, diamonds chokin' the jockey on my Polo CB, let 'em know though [Chorus: Chris Brown, Nas] We make the world go 'round Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas We 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 us We make the world go 'round [Bridge: Chris Brown] 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-stepping Ladies on the floor and all 'em two-stepping 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 [Verse 3: Nas] 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 hundred cash, shoppin' Violence only when 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 hundred 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 Seein' me's like seein' through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera light flashin' And I'm laughin', my plaques' 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 Mike Jackson on the same track What? [Chorus: 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 to toast to the ballers We make the world go 'round And tell the ballers, pour a glass for all us We make the world go 'round [Outro] Oh, oh, oh Oh-oh