Picasso Baby

I just want a Picasso in my casa No my castle I’m a hassa no I’m an 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 Oh what a feeling Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca Picasso baby Oh what a feeling Picasso baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca 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 thrown at the Met Vogue’ing 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 Oh what a feeling Picasso Baby Ca Picasso baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca Picasso baby Oh what a feeling Picasso baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca Picasso Baby I never stuck my cock in the fox’s box but Damned if I didn’t open Pandora’s box They try to slander your man On CNN and Fox My Miranda 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 Hu blot 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 cuffs I’m like god damn enough I put down the cans and they ran amok My hairpin Piece skin rupture spleens Cracks rips 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 ‘Ye mask on Spray everything like SAMO Though I won’t scratch the Lambo What’s it gonna to take For me to go For y’all to see I’m the modern day Pablo Picasso baby