Make The World Go Round - Nas/Woodpecker!/Chris Brown

Composed by：Edward MontillaMarcello ValenzanoAndre LyonJayceon TaylorNasir Jones

Yeah laced and Macy's

Don't have it a hatred addict

I need faces mad with frowns when I'm around

Or I'm wasting fabric

I don't feel greater 'til 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 Tom Ford collection Gangstas two-stepping

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 livin' 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 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 jocking my swag

I'm popping Ralph Lauren tags

And pouring champagne inside a polo glass

Model b***hes rolling grass

Escobar unfolding cash

Toasting with my entourage

Went from robbing armored cars

To all my stars red carpet to the L'Ermitage

We throwing 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 pimping top down chrome spinning

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 5-0 to 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

Tell the hustlers toast to the gangsters

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 stopping us now

We got Patron the ballers two stepping

Ladies on the floor and all 'em two stepping

From LA to Harlem two stepping

From LA to Harlem two stepping

So iced out it's easy to point them haters out

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 shopping

Violence only when have to have to swell you up

Prefer peach Schnaps 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

Seeing me is like seeing through the

Lens of Helmut Newton's camera light flashing

And I'm laughing 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

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