Kanye West – Christian Dior Denim Flow (Feat. Kid Cudi, Pusha T 0

(Kid Cudi + John Legend) (Chorus)

I got the world in my hands, the master plan
But I don’t know why I keep callin’, why I keep
All of these girls in my shows, they lovin’ me
But I don’t know why I keep callin’, why I keep calling you

(All the models to the floor right now, all the models to the floor right now)
(All the models to the floor right now, all the models to the floor right now)

(Kanye West)

I’m in my Christian Dior with a Veronica Webb
Lil Wayne let me know she know Cecily Lopez
Arlenis Sosa, Selita Ebanks
If you work with my people, speak that Jourdan Dunn language
Make a phone call, out to Joan Smalls
I wonder how it feel in Lara Stone’s walls
Jessica Gomes, y’all, I would damage her
And see, uh, 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 Ambrosia, Andra Rubin, get Olga
Current lingo, tell her I’m very single
Abbey Lee, too, I’m a freak, boo
I’m wildin’, I’m on a thousand
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen

(Kid Cudi + John Legend) (Chorus)

(Kanye)

Christian Dior denim flow
I told her I’m tryna eat out, so what we goin’ to dinner fo’?

(Pusha T)

Miami nights, on a search for some T and A
Tryna hide what’s obvious to see in me
We conversate a bit, about your DNA
And my salmon-colored suit from the VMAs
Oh, you was watchin’? Who the fuck wasn’t?
Me skip across that stage in Five Dozen
Eyuck, six grand for a minute’s time
Italian Vogue styled a nigga for a minute rhyme
Let’s be clear and let’s be fair
The best thing in music’s being awful here
It’s a roundtable full of bosses here
Still givin’ you our all like the coffin’s near

(Kid Cudi + John Legend) (Chorus) 2x

(Ryan Leslie)

It’s time for a lesson in model behavior
Damn, look at all of the bad bitches I gave ya
Man, I could see the flaws to your flavor
Look like Wonder Woman and still need a savior
Maybe it’s a billionaire, maybe it’s that cocaine
I done seen drugs and money run the whole game
A good girl, lost in the city life
Agent Provocateur hold them titties right

(Lloyd Banks)

Uh, he ain’t Kraft material, champagne for cereal
Shorty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm
F. Rock clothes and Lear shows, type kind of stuff we on
Stuff all my problems in that bong and I’m puffin’ strong
I been locked in my way of thinking, now my cuffs are gone
Must’ve been the liquor talkin’, I’m beggin’ the cups, c’mon (C’mon)
Might come off as irregular, I come in custom form
TGIF, 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)
Nigga, 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, grimy New York City
See me clearly through the storm
The world’s mine, sits pretty in my palm
Chandon as we continue on

(Kid Cudi + John Legend) (Chorus)

(Kid Cudi)

Niggas think they know when they gather the story
They don’t really know, it’s so many frickin’ women
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 nini
To the people who don’t know cut, know what?
Rose gold Presidential on my bony wrist
Took my ma to Chanel, had her LC the stunner
She got haters, some in the fam made us
But they don’t really matter, we escape ‘em with our paper
Hey ya, I’m on my Andre 3000
I’m all good now, a nigga don’t need no counseling
Woke up in the room and my mojo was active
Looks from the hos that my morning likely passive
Back when, let me not reflect on the old shit
I’m on to the new act, on to my new script
Bitches better have they thoughts before approachin’