Kid Cudi - Christian Dior Denim Flow lyrics

[Hook: Kanye, Ryan Leslie, Kid Cudi and John Legend] I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling) All of these girls at my shows they loving me But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you All the models to the floor right now [Verse 1 : Kanye West] I'm in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb Noemie Lenoir, Chanel, Sessilee Lopez Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks Grew up on Mobb Deep, speak that Jourdan Dunn language Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls I wonder how it feel to lower Stone's walls Jessica Gomes, y'all, I would damage her And see if Jessica Stam got the stamina I'm in the car with Leo and the Benz swerve I heard Bar was friends with Esti Ginzburg Coco Rocha, Kate Mimosa Alessandra Ambrosio, Anja Rubik Get Olga Kurylenko, tell her I'm very single Abbey Lee too, I'm a freak boo I'm wilding, I'm on a thousand I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen [Hook: Kanye, Ryan Leslie, Kid Cudi and John Legend] I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling) All of these girls at my shows they loving me But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Bridge : Kanye West] Christian Dior denim flow I told her I'm trying to eat out So what we going to dinner for? [Verse 2 : Pusha T] Miami nights on the search for some T and A Trying to hide what's obvious to see in me We conversate a bit about your DNA And my salmon-colored suits from the VMAs Oh, you was watching? Who the f** wasn't? Me skip across that stage in 5 dozen EGGGHCK Yeah, six grand for a minute's time Italian Vogue style a n***a for a minute rhyme Let's be clear and let's be fair The best things in music's being offered here It's a round table full of bosses here Still giving you it all like the coffin's near [Hook: Kanye, Ryan Leslie, Kid Cudi and John Legend] I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling) All of these girls at my shows they loving me But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Verse 3 : Ryan Leslie] It's time for a lesson in model behavior Damn, look at all the bad b**hes I gave you Man I can see the flaws to your flavor Look like Wonder Woman and still need a savior Maybe it's a billionaire, maybe it's the c**aine I done seen d** and money run the whole game A good girl lost in the city life Agent Provocateur, hold them titties right I'm haute couture of hoes galore Give my girl a Newport cause she's smoking yours I'm the authority of model seniority They call me Les but they all need more of me [Verse 4 : Lloyd Banks] Handcraft material, champagne for cereal Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm Fly clothes and Lear shows the kind of stuff we on Stuff all my problems in that bong and I'm puffing strong I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone Must've been the liquor talking, I'm begging the cups, c'mon Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush) Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Uh) n***a, make some money ‘fore you make a comment I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went? Prolly dime chicks, whips with a Diddy Now I'm back like a nine milli, running New York City See me clearly through the storm The world's mine, sits pretty in my palm Chandon as we continue on [Hook: Kanye, Ryan Leslie, Kid Cudi and John Legend] I got the world in my hands, the master plan But I don't know why I keep calling (why I keep calling) All of these girls at my shows they loving me But I don't know why I keep calling Why I keep calling you [Verse 5 : Kid Cudi] n***as think they know only got half of the story They don't really know what's in my head f**ing with me How can I be better? I could start with just the basics Dior, Dior, galore, I love the cut I seem to have forgotten that I'm off the looney To the people who don't know Cud, know what? Rose gold presidential on my bony wrist Took my ma to Chanel, had Elsie the stunner She got haters, some in the fam made us But they don't really matter, we escape them with our paper Hey ya, I'm on my André 3000 I'm all good now, a n***a don't need no counseling Woke up in the room and my mojo was active Looks from the hoes that were more than likely pa**ive Back then--let me not reflect on the old sh** I'm on to the new act, on to my new script b**hes better have they thoughts before approaching I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other n***as Do things off-beat for a living, haters copy, I'm the image Haters copy, I'm the image