Make the World Go Round

[Intro: Nas]

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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]

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