Nas]
Lace the macy's don't have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I'm around
Or I wasted 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 . . .
[Nas and Chris Brown]
(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, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
[Game]
I see the 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
Escobar folding cash
toasting wit my entourage
went from robbing armored cars
to armored stars
red carpet to the Larmitage
To throwin red dice
at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
on twenties out my garage
instead of shopping 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 up on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that's so-so
Nick want his baby back
but thats low so.
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 and 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 glass 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 stopping us now
We got patron to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the floor and all em two steppin
From L.A. to Harlem two stepping (echo)
So iced up cause we need to put em haters out
[Nas]
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!
[Nas and 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 glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
Lace the macy's don't have it
A hatred addict
I need faces mad with frowns
When I'm around
Or I wasted 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 . . .
[Nas and Chris Brown]
(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, toast to the ballers
(We make the world go round)
And tell the ballers pour glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)
[Game]
I see the 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
Escobar folding cash
toasting wit my entourage
went from robbing armored cars
to armored stars
red carpet to the Larmitage
To throwin red dice
at the Mirage
I pull that red Lamborghini
on twenties out my garage
instead of shopping 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 up on your jersey for promo
Jessica Simpson that's so-so
Nick want his baby back
but thats low so.
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 and 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 glass 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 stopping us now
We got patron to ballers two steppin
Ladies on the floor and all em two steppin
From L.A. to Harlem two stepping (echo)
So iced up cause we need to put em haters out
[Nas]
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!
[Nas and 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 glass for all us.
(We make the world go round)