Lyrics:

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 ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca 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 ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby
Oh what a feeling
Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby
Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby

Okay, 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
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 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