Y'all is ring-tone platinum but .99 cents adds up
To all my stars, red carpet to the Larmitage
We the best, big pippin, top down, chrome spinnin
We make the world go round
So I stop cause we made it where the ladies are
Jessica Simpson that's so, so
From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
I'm a rare dude, I'm a wonder, your best success is my worst blunder
We make the world go round
'Cause
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
Nick Warner's baby back, with that slow so
Balance only when hafta, hafta to swell you up
Tell the gangstas to toast to the balers
With bags worth a 100 cash, shoppin
Y'all livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi
We make the world go round
We make the world go round
We got Patrone, the ballers two-steppin
Vivienne Westwood, I'm good
I don't feel greater till my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
Bet that 300 carats the average up on the neck, black
Model bitches rollin grass, Escabon foldin cash
Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
A-life tag popper, it'd be sad not to walk out the store
Toastin with my entourage went for Robin Armitage
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
Now let's toast to the hustlers
I started bling, how could you question my direction
Ladies on the float and all of 'em two-steppin
Tell the hustlers to toast to the gangstas
Jess Romo you tryin' to shine up with the nine on your jersey for promo
Tell them gangstas to toast to the ballers
Instead of shoppin South Beach like havin a Terror Squad
Seein through the lens of Helmut Newton's camera, light flashin
Top down, new fashion, seein me is like
I'm poppin Ralph Lauren tags
We start with Bellini's and end with Patrone shots
From L.A. to Harlem two-steppin
We make the world go round
And tell the ballers pour a glass for all of us
Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
I burned so much trees I keep environmentalists angry
From my town and your town
Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
You hate me, should thank me but lately
We make the world go round
Mets cap, that's Queens, I'm a vet
We make the world go round
We make the world go round
We on top, no stoppin us now
Before a pea snaps me as you wet, a Vanilla Dutch
Till mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin mean nothin
The black poetry-writin Russian, Is disgustin
We make the world go round
Now, let's toast to the hustlers
I don't hate 'em, I congratulate 'em, the new young Prince
I see you haters on the floor jockin my swag
Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
Women dream I'm your husband, I'm Alex Pushkin
CB let em know though
And I'm laughin', my plaque's from album sales
We make the world go round
Dre and Cool, we ridin heavy and why to Miami?
We make the world go round
Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
We throwin red dice at the Mirage
We make the world go round
On the field diamonds chokin the jockey on my Polo
Or my time for collection? Gangstas two-steppin'
Devil white 5-0, they catch me at the pro bowl
I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
H. Lorenzo belt, buckle from Chrome Heart
And pourin champagne inside a Polo glass
With young Mike Jackson on the same track, what?
Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen, no
