Billionaire

Travie McCoy

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    I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad
    Buy all of the things I never had
    Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
    Smiling next to Oprah and the queen

    Oh, every time I close my eyes
    I see my name in shining lights, yeah
    A different city every night
    Oh, I, I swear the world better prepare
    For when I'm a billionaire

    Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah
    I would be the host of everyday Christmas
    Give Travie a wish list
    I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
    And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit
    Give away a few Mercedes like: Here, lady, have this
    And last but not least, grant somebody their last wish
    It's been a couple months that I've been single, so
    You can call me Travie Claus, minus the ho, ho
    Get it, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit
    And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
    Yeah, can't forget about me, stupid
    Everywhere I go I'ma have my own theme music

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    Oh, every time I close my eyes
    (What you see? What you see, bro?)
    I see my name in shining lights
    (Aha, aha, and what else?)
    (Oh, yeah, yeah) a different city every night
    Oh, I, I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
    For when I'm a billionaire
    Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
    For when I'm a billionaire
    Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh

    I'll be playing basketball with the President
    Dunking on his delegates
    Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette
    Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
    But keep the fives, twenties, tens and bens completely separate
    And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket
    We in recession, but let me take a crack at it
    I'll probably take whatever is left and just split it up
    So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
    And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
    Eating good, sleeping soundly
    I know we all have a similar dream
    Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet, put it in the air and sing

    I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad (so bad)
    Buy all of the things I never had (buy everything, ha, ha)
    Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
    Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah? Ah, ha)

    Oh, every time I close my eyes
    (What you see? What you see, bro?)
    I see my name in shining lights
    (Aha, aha, and what else?)
    (Oh, yeah, yeah) a different city every night
    Oh, I, I swear the world better prepare
    For when I'm a billionaire
    Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
    (Sing it) for when I'm a billionaire
    Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh

    I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad

    Song details

    Composition: P. Lawrence, Bruno Mars, Ari Levine, and Travie McCoy

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