Bài hát Picasso Baby Báo Lỗi

[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)


[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 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 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 '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 goddamn 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