Picasso Baby

Uh, I just want a Picasso in my casa

No, my castle

I'm a hassa, no I'm a asshole

I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle

I wanna Rothko, no I wanna brothel

No, I want a wife that fuck me like a prostitute

Let's make love on a million in a dirty hotel

With the fan on the ceiling, uh, all for the love of drug dealing

Uh, marble floors, uh, gold ceiling

Uh, oh, what a feeling, fuck it, I want a billion

Jeff Koons balloons, I just wanna blow up

Condos in my condos, I wanna row of

Christie's with my missy, live at the MoMA

Bacons and turkey bacons, smell the aroma

Oh, what a feeling

Picasso, baby, Pica-Picasso, baby

Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

Oh, what a feeling

Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

It ain't hard to tell

I'm the new Jean Michel

Surrounded by Warhols

My whole team ball

Twin Bugattis outside the Art Basel

I just wanna live life colossal

Leonardo Da Vinci flows

Riccardo Tisci Givenchy clothes

See me throning at the Met

Vogueing on these ****, champagne on my breath, yes

House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern

'Cause I be going ape at the auction

Oh, what a feeling

Ah, fuck it, I want a trillion

Sleeping every night next to Mona Lisa

The modern day version with better features

Yellow Basquiat in my kitchen corner

Go ahead lean on that shit, Blue, you own it

Oh, what a feeling

Picasso, baby, Pica-Picasso, baby

Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

Oh, what a feeling

Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby, Pica-Pica-Picasso, baby

Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or?

The golden number

Touché

Okay

I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but

Damned if I ain't open Pandora's box

They try to slander your man on CNN and Fox

My Mirandas don't stand a chance with cops

Even my old fans like, old man, just stop

I could if I would, but I can't, I'm hot

And you blow, I'm still the man to watch

Hublot on my left hand or not

Soon I step out a booth the cameras popped

**** is cool with it till the canons pop

Now my hand on the Bible

On the stand got your man in a jam again

Got my hand in cuff

I'm like god damn enough

I put down the cans and they ran amok

My hairpin pierce skin, ruptures spleens

Cracks ribs, go through cribs, and other things

No sympathy for the king, huh?

**** even talk about, your baby crazy

Eventually the pendulum swings

Don't forget America, this how you made me

Come through with the Ye mask on

Spray everything like SAMO

I won't scratch the Lambo

What's it gon take for me to go

For you to see I'm the modern day Pablo

Picasso, baby