[Intro: Nas]
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Oh, oh, oh, oh
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Oh-oh-oh-oh
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Yeah
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[Verse 1: Nas]
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Laced at Macys, dont have it, a hatred addict
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I need faces mad with frowns when Im around, or Im wastin fabric
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I dont feel great until my plush pieces cause you to suck your teeth
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So mean-muggin on my clean-thuggin mean nothin
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Women, dream Im your husband
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Im Alex Pushkin, the Black poetry-writin Russian, ice disgustin
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I started bling, how could you question my direction
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Or my Tom Ford collection? Gangstas two-steppin
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You hate me, should thank me
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But lately, I burn so much trees, I keep environmentalists angry
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Im a rare dude, Im a wonder
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Your best success is my worst blunder
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Yall livin trendy on pennies, I cop plenty Fendi
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Vivienne Westwood, Im good
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Get the whole Trump Tower top floor for the hood
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Dre and Cool (This is), we ridin heavy
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NY to Miami cause
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[Chorus: Chris Brown, Nas]
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We make the world go round
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Now lets toast to the hustlers
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We make the world go round
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
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We make the world go round
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Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
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We make the world go round
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And tell the ballers, pour a glass for all us
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We make the world go round
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[Verse 2: The Game, Chris Brown]
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I see the haters on the floor jockin my swag
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Im poppin Ralph Lauren tags and pourin champagne inside a Polo glass
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Model bitches rollin grass, Escobar unfoldin cash
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Toastin with my entourage, went from robbin armored cars
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To all my stars, red carpet to the LErmitage
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We throwin red dice at the Mirage
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I pull that red Lamborghini on twenties out my garage
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Set up shop in South Beach like Khaled and Terror Squad (We The Best!)
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Big pimpin, top down, chrome spinnin
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Top Gun, Tom Cruise tucked inside my Gucci linen
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No ****, just Romo
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You tryna shine, I put the nine on your jersey for promo
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Jessica Simpson, thats so-so
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Nick want his (Baby back), but thats Loso
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Tell Hawaii Five-O to catch me at the Pro Bowl
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On the field, diamonds chokin the jockey on my Polo
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CB, let em know though
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[Chorus: Chris Brown, Nas]
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We make the world go round
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
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We make the world go round
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Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
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We make the world go round
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And tell the ballers, pour a glass for all us
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We make the world go round
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[Bridge: Chris Brown]
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We make the world go round
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From my town to your town
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We on top, no stoppin us now
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We got Patrón, the ballers two-stepping
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Ladies on the floor and all em two-stepping
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From L.A. to Harlem, two-steppin
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(From L.A. to Harlem, two-steppin)
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So iced out, its easy to point them haters out
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[Verse 3: Nas]
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We start with Bellinis and end with Patrón shots
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H. Lorenzo, belt buckle from Chrome Heart
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A-Life tag popper, itd be sad not to walk out the store with bags
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Worth a hundred cash, shoppin
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Violence only when have to, have to swell you up
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Prefer peach Schnaps, Perrier-Jouët, a vanilla dutch
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Mets cap, thats Queens, Im a vet
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Bet that three hundred carats the average up on the neck, black
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Paid the cost, be the boss, Black Caesar floss
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Weekends at the Venetian, pull up in that black Porsche
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Top down, new fashion
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Seein mes like seein through the lens of Helmut Newtons camera light flashin
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And Im laughin, my plaques from album sales
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Yall is ringtone platinum, but ninety-nine cents adds up
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I dont hate em, I congratulate em
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The new young Prince with young Mike Jackson on the same track
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What?
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[Chorus: Nas, Chris Brown]
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Now lets toast to the hustlers
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We make the world go round
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Tell the hustlers, toast to the gangstas
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We make the world go round
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Tell the gangstas to toast to the ballers
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We make the world go round
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And tell the ballers, pour a glass for all us
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We make the world go round
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[Outro]
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Oh, oh, oh
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Oh-oh
