Chorus: Kid Cudi & John Legend 
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 at my shows, they lovin' me 
But I don’t know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey 

Bridge: 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 wildin', I’m on a thousand 
I wanna see Irina Shayk next to Doutzen 

Chorus: Kid Cudi & John Legend
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 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
Yuuugh! 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 bein' offered here
It's a round table full of bosses here
Still givin' you it all like the coffin's near

Chorus: Kid Cudi & John Legend
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 at my shows, they lovin' me
But I don’t know why I keep callin', why I keep callin' you, hey

Bridge: 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
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 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 ya
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
Shorty 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
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
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 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