Picasso Baby (Album Version|Explicit) - Jay-Z

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 f**k 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 ** dealing

Marble Floors gold Ceilings

Oh what a feeling - f**k 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

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Oh what a feeling

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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 f**k 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 sh*t Blue

You own it

Oh what a feeling

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Oh what a feeling

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Ca ca ca Picasso Baby Ca ca ca Picasso baby

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