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’