Make the World Go Round (feat. Chris Brown & The Game) [Explicit]

Yeah

Laced and 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 Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-stepping

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 & Cool, we riding heavy, NY 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 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)

I see the haters on the floor jocking my swag
I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags and pouring champagne inside a polo glass
Model bitches rolling grass, Escobar unfolding cash
Toasting with my entourage, went from robbing armored cars
To all my stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage
We throwing red dice at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini on 20s out my garage
Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad (we the best)

Big pimping, top down chrome spinning
"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 5-0 to 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)
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangsters
(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)

We make the world go round
From my town to your town
We on top, no stopping us now
We got Patrón, the ballers two-stepping
Ladies on the floor and all 'em two-stepping
From L.A. to Harlem, two-stepping
(From L.A. to Harlem, two-stepping)
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
Alife tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store with bags
Worth a hundred cash shopping
Violence only when have to, have to swell you up
Prefer peach Schnapps, Perrier-Jouët, 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 now I'm laughing, 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
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)