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 . . .

[03:30.72][03:25.61][03:20.44][02:10.66][02:05.62][02:00.13][01:54.96][01:06.63][01:01.34][00:56.06][00:50.80][00:46.21]（We make the world go round）

[00:48.35]Now let's toast to the hustlers

[01:57.51][00:53.85]Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas.

[00:59.00]Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers

[02:08.43][01:04.26]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