Paul Martinez - Pica**o Baby lyrics

[Produced by Timbaland] [Verse 1] I just want a Pica**o in my casa, no, my castle I'm a ha**a, no, I'm an a**hole I'm never satisfied, can't knock my hustle I wanna Rothko, no, I want a brothel No, I want a wife that f** 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, f** 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 Pica**o baby Pica**o Pica**o baby Oh, what a feeling Pica**o baby Pica**o Pica**o 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 n***as, champagne on my breath, yes House like the Louvre or the Tate Modern Cause I be going ape at the auction Oh what a feeling, aw, f** 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 'head, lean on that sh** Blue, you own it [Hook] Oh, what a feeling Pica**o baby Pica**o Pica**o baby Oh, what a feeling Pica**o baby Pica**o Pica**o baby [Break] [Woman] "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?" [Jay Z] "The golden number." [Woman] "Touché." [Verse 3] I never stuck my co*k 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 n***as 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? n***as 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, Pica**o baby