Lace the nations don't have it 

A hatred addict 

I need faces mad with frowns 

When I'm around 

Or I'm wasting the 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 

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, 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) 

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 

Escabon folding cash 

toasting wit 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 

or twenties out my garage 

instead of shopping South Beach like Khaled and 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' a shine

up on with the nine 

on your jersey for promo 

Jessica Simpson that's so-so 

Nick want his baby back but thats lo so. 

Devil white 

5-0 they 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 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) 

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 float and all in two steppin 

From Malay to Harlem two stepping [echo]

So I' stop cause we made it where the ladies are 

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! 

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)