Jay-z - Picasso Baby lyrics
rate meUh,l I just want a Picasso
In my casa, no my castle
Imma a hustler, no I’m an asshole
I’m never satisfied, can’t have my hustle
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
Ow what a feeling!
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Ow what a feeling!
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Picasso Baby
Ow what a feeling!
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 DaVinci flows
Riccardo Tisci, Givenchy clothes
See me thrown at the Met
Throwing on these niggers
Champagne on my breath,
Yes!
House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern
Cause I’ll 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!
Ow what a feeling!
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Ow what a feeling!
Picasso Baby
Picasso baby
Picasso Baby
Ow what a feeling!
I never stuck my cock in the fox's box but
Damn if I didn'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 to stop
I could if I would
But I can't I'm hot,
And you blow I'm still the man to watch
You blow! On my left hand or not
Soon I step out the booth
The cameras pops niggers is cool with it
Till the canons pop now my hand on the Bible
Understand 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 pierce skin ruptures spleens
Cracks ribs go through cribs and other things
No sympathy for the king ha?
Niggers even talk about your baby crazy
Eventually the pendulum swings
Don't forget America this how you made me
Come through with yey 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
