Kevin Crouse - Make the World Go Round lyrics

[Nas] Laced and 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 greater 'til my plush pieces cause you to s** your teeth So mean-muggin' on my clean-thuggin' mean nothin' 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-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 ridin' heavy N.Y. to Miami, cause, we make the world go round [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, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour gla** for all us (We make the world go round) [The Game] I see the haters on the floor jockin' my swag I'm poppin' Ralph Lauren tags and pourin' champagne inside a polo gla** Model b**hes rollin' gra**, 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 [censored], just Romo You tryin' to shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo Jessica Simpson that's so-so Nick want his baby back but thats 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 [Nas] (Chris Brown) (We make the world go round) Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas (We make the world go round) Tell the gangstas, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour gla** for all us (We make the world go round) [Chris Brown] We make the world go round From my town to your town We on top, no stoppin' us now We got patron, the ballers two steppin' Ladies on the float, and all 'em two steppin' From L.A. to Harlem, two steppin' So iced out cause we need to put them haters out [Nas] We start with Bellini's and end with Patron 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 shoppin' Violence only when have to, have to to swell you up Prefer pea snaps, Perrier-Jouet, 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 Seein' me is 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 [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 them gangstas, toast to the ballers (We make the world go round) And tell the ballers pour gla** for all us (We make the world go round)