[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]

I got the world in my hands, the masterplan

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep

All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

[Refrain: Kanye West]

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now, what, huh?

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now, huh?

[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 and 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 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 and 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

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]

I got the world in my hands, the masterplan

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep

All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

[Interlude: Kanye West]

Christian Dior denim flow

I told her I'm tryin' to eat out, so what we goin' to dinner fo'?

[Verse 2: Pusha T]

Miami nights, on the search for some T and A

Tryin' to 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

Yuugh! 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 offered here

It's a round table full of bosses here

Still giving you it all like the coffin's near

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]

I got the world in my hands, the masterplan

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep

All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

[Refrain: Kanye West]

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now, what, huh?

All the models to the floor right now

All the models to the floor right now, huh?

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]

I got the world in my hands, the masterplan

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep

All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

[Verse 3: Ryan Leslie]

It's time for a lesson in model behavior

Damn, look at all the bad bitches 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 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

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]

Ugh, handcraft material, champagne for cereal

Shawty stole my heart, criminal, my lucky charm, ugh

Fly clothes and Lear shows take the stuff we on

Stuff all my problems in that bong, and I'm puffin' strong

I been locked in my way of thinkin', 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 (Uh!)

T-G-I-F, GT breeze, my hustler's poem (Yeah)

My sound's full-grown, reminds me of my favorite chronic (Kush)

Ball like a SuperSonic, make the haters vomit (Ugh!)

Nigga, make some money 'fore you make a comment

I meant to snap a while ago, but who knows where the time went?

Probably 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

[Chorus: Kid Cudi, John Legend, Ryan Leslie & Kanye West]

I got the world in my hands, the masterplan

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep

All of these girls at my shows, they lovin' me

But I don't know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

[Verse 5: Kid Cudi]

Niggas think they know, only got half of the story

They don't really know what's in my head fuckin' 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, held Elsie, 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 André 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 hoes that were more than 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'

I done heard it all, baby, save it for them other niggas

Doin' things off-beat for a living, haters copy, I'm the image, hey

Haters copy, I'm the image