Picasso Baby Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

Picasso Baby Lyrics - Jay-Z (Magna Carta… Holy Grail Album)

 [Verse 1]

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

[Hook]

Oh what a feeling

Picasso Baby, Ca Picasso baby

Ca ca ca Picasso Baby, Ca ca ca Picasso baby

Oh what a feeling x2

[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 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

*break*

[Verse 3]

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 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 '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

[Hook 2x]