Billionaire (feat. Bruno Mars) - Travie McCoy

Billionaire (feat. Bruno Mars)

Travie McCoy

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I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad

Buy all of the things I never had

I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine

Smilin' next to Oprah and the Queen

Oh, every time I close my eyes

I see my name in shiny lights, yeah

A different city every night, oh, 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

Every Day Christmas, give Travie your wish list

I'd probably pull a "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

Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see? What you see, brah?)

I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh), oh, yeah, yeah (and what else?)

A different city every night (uh), oh, I swear (yeah, yeah, yeah)

The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire

Oh, oh (oh), when I'm a billionaire

Oh, oh (let's go)

I'll be playing basketball with the president, dunkin' on his delegates

Then I'll compliment him on his political etiquette (good job)

Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it (money)

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's left and just split it up (there you go)

So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks (you too)

And not a single tummy around me

Would know what hungry was, eatin' good, sleepin' soundly

I know we all have a similar dream (uh-huh)

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)

I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine

Smilin' next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?)

Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see? What you see, brah?)

I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh), oh, yeah, yeah (and what else?)

A different city every night (uh), oh, I swear (yeah, yeah, yeah)

The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire (yeah)

Oh, oh (singin'), when I'm a billionaire

Oh, oh (oh)

I wanna be a billionaire (uh-huh) so fucking bad

- It's already the end -