Kanye West – Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie) (Audio, Lyrics)

Kanye West - Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie) (prod. Kanye West)

Listen, Mp3 Download, Stream, Buy and get the lyrics to – “Christian Dior Denim Flow” by Kanye West featuring Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie. The song was self-produced by Kanye West.

Kanye West Christian Dior Denim Flow
Kanye West Christian Dior Denim Flow

When Hot 97 asked Kanye West fans what the best release from the “G.O.O.D. Fridays” era was, one song was mentioned far more than the others: “Christian Dior Denim Flow.”

Arguably the most memorable track from Kanye West’s string of free single releases on his website, “Christian Dior Denim Flow” remains one of the legend’s best songs ever. With some of the craziest lines about models, sex, and designer clothing, Kanye West truly blossomed on the record. But he was not alone.

The track, which was never officially released on streaming services, features guest appearances from Kid Cudi, John Legend, Pusha-T, Lloyd Banks, and Ryan Leslie. It includes a truly stand-out portion from Kid Cudi, who finishes the cut perfectly. The near seven-minute-long banger has some fantastic quotables from all of the artists involved, but West himself delivered the bar of his life when he uttered the following:

“I told her I’m tryin’ to eat out, so what we goin’ to dinner for?”

Re-visit one of the best G.O.O.D. Fridays releases below and pray that this ends up on streaming services sooner rather than later.

Kanye West – Christian Dior Denim Flow (ft. Kid Cudi, Pusha T, John Legend, Lloyd Banks & Ryan Leslie) (prod. Kanye West)

Lyrics

[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

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