"Make The World Go Round" lyrics - CHRIS BROWN

CHRIS BROWN

"Make The World Go Round"

[Verse One - Nas:]
Lace the 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 [?] plush pieces
'Cause you to suck your teeth
To mean muggin' 'em or clean thuggin' mean nothin'
Women dream I'm your husband
A malice push to the black poetry writin' Russian [?] disgustin'
I started bling how could you question my direction or my time for collection
Gangstas two-steppin', hate me, should thank me
But lately I burn so much trees I keep environmentalists angry
I'm a real dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder
Y'all livin' trendy on pennies, I copy plenty Fendi
Vivian Westwood, I'm good kid, the whole truck tower top floor for the hood
Dre and Cool, We ridin' heavy [?] Miami 'cause

[Hook - Nas:]
"We make the world go round"
Now let's toast to the hustlas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the hustlas to toast to the gangstas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the ballas to pour a glass for all us
"We make the world go round"

[Verse Two - The Game:]
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 on [?] cash
Toastin' with my entourage, went from robbin' armored cars to armored stars
Red carpet to the [?]
Throwin' red dice at the Mirage
I'm pull that red Lamborghini on 20s out my garage
Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled in Terror Squad ("We the best!")
Big pimpin', top down, chrome spinnin', Top Gun, Tom Cruise
Tucked inside my Gucci linen
No homo, 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 the white five-oh to catch me at the Pro Bowl
On the field, diamond chokin' the jockey he on my Polo

[Chorus - 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 ballas two-steppin'
Diddy's on the floor and all 'em two-steppin'
From LA to Harlem two-steppin'
From LA to Harlem two-steppin'
So iced out

[Verse Three - Nas:]
We start with [?] and end with Patron shots
Ace Lorenzo belt buckle for chrome heart
Alife tag popper
It be sad not to walk out the store wth bags worth a hundred cash shoppin'
Balance on when have to
Have to swear you up [?] vanilla dutch
Mets cap, that's Queens I'm a vet
Bet that 300 carats that average up on the neck black
Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floors
Weekends at the Venetian pull up in that black horse
Top down new fashion
Seein' me's like seein' me through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera lights flashin'
And I'm laughin' my plaques from album sales
Y'all just ringtone platinum but ninety-nine cents adds up
I don't hate 'em I congratulate 'em
The new young prince, young Mike Jackson on the same track

[Hook - Nas:]
Now let's toast to the hustlas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the hustlas to toast to the gangstas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballas
"We make the world go round"
Tell the ballas to pour a glass for all us
"We make the world go round"