[Verse 1]
I just want a Picasso in my casa, no, my castle
I'm a hassa, no, I'm an $$#hole

I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle
I wanna Rothko, no, I want a brothel
No, I want a wife that $#&@ 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, $#&@ 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

[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 ^!$$%s, 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, aw, $#&@ 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 'head, lean on that %#@! Blue, you own it


[Hook]


[Break]
"Et là 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 golden number."

"Touché."

[Verse 3]

I never stuck my @@#! 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

^!$$%s is cool with it 'til 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 !@#$ 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?
^!$$%s 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