[Verse 1] 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, all for the love of drug dealing Marble Floors, gold Ceilings 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
[Hook] Oh what a feeling Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby Ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca Picasso baby Oh what a feeling Oh what a feeling
[Verse 2] 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 niggas Champagne on my breath, Yes House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern Because I be going ape at the auction Oh what a feeling Aw 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
"Et la je t'ai tout donné, montré rien à cacher, tu es là Ivy comme le nombre d'or Jay, comment tu dis nombre d'or? "
"The gold number. "
"Tu jures. "
[Verse 3] 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 the booth The cameras pops niggas 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 hands 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? Niggas 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