[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. [Break]. "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. [Hook