Yeah, lace the nations 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 till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth   Till mean-muggin? on my clean-thuggin? mean nothin?      Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin   The black poetry-writin? Russian, I?s disgustin?   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 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 and why 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 of us   We make the world go ?round      I see you haters on the floor jockin? my swag   I'm poppin? Ralph Lauren tags   And pourin? champagne inside a Polo glass   Model bitches rollin? grass, Escabon foldin? cash      Toastin? with my entourage went for Robin Armitage   To all my stars, red carpet to the Larmitage   We throwin ?red dice at the Mirage   I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage      Instead of shoppin? South Beach like havin? a Terror Squad   We the best, big pippin?, top down, chrome spinnin?   Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen, no   Jess Romo you tryin' to shine up with the nine on your jersey for promo      Jessica Simpson that's so, so   Nick Warner's baby back, with that slow so   Devil white 5-0, they 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 balers   We make the world go ?round   And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us   We make the world go ?round      We make the world go ?round   From my town and your town   We on top, no stoppin? us now   We got Patrone, the ballers two-steppin?      Ladies on the float and all of 'em two-steppin?   From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin?   From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin?   So I stop ?cause we made it where the ladies are      We start with Bellini's and end with Patrone 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, shoppin?      Balance only when hafta, hafta to swell you up   Before a pea snaps me 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, seein? me is like   Seein? through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin?      And I'm laughin', my plaque's from album sales   Y'all is ring-tone 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?      Now, let's toast to the hustlers   We make the world go ?round   Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas   We make the world go ?round      Tell them gangstas to toast to the ballers   We make the world go ?round   And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us   We make the world go ?round