Make The World Go Round (Album Version (Explicit))

Yeah, laced at Macy's, don't have it, a hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around or I'll waste the fabric
I don't feel great until my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
Some 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, we ridin' 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 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 arm and stars, red carpet to the L'Ermitage
To 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

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

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-steppin'
Ladies on the floor and all them two-steppin'
From L.A. to Harlem, two-steppin'
From L.A. to Harlem, two-steppin'
So iced out, it's easy to put them haters out

We start with Bellinis and end with Patrón shots
H. Lorenzo belt buckle from Chrome Heart
A-Life tag popper, it be sad not to
Walk out the store with bags worth a hundred cash shoppin'
Balance only when have to, have to swell you up
Prefer Peach Schnapps, Pierre Jouet or Vanilla Dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
Bet that three hundred karats the average up on the neck, black
Paid the cost, we the boss, black Caesar floss
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black horse
Top down, new fashion
Seein' me's like seein' through the lens
Of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin'
And now 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?

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