Billionaire - Travie McCoy ft Bruno Mars (lyrics) 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\u0027 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\u0027m 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\u0027d probably pull a \u0022Angelina and Brad Pitt\u0022 And adopt a bunch of babies that ain\u0027t never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like, \u0022Here, lady, have this\u0022 And last but not least, grant somebody their last wish It\u0027s been a couple months that I\u0027ve been single, so You can call me Travie Claus, minus the \u0022Ho, ho\u0022 Get it? I\u0027d probably visit where Katrina hit And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did Yeah, can\u0027t forget about me, stupid Everywhere I go, I\u0027ma 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\u0027m a billionaire Oh, oh (oh), when I\u0027m a billionaire Oh, oh (let\u0027s go) I\u0027ll be playing basketball with the president, dunkin\u0027 on his delegates Then I\u0027ll compliment him on his political etiquette (good job) Toss a couple milli\u0027 in the air just for the heck of it (money) But keep the fives, twenties, tens, and Bens completely separate And yeah, I\u0027ll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession, but let me take a crack at it I\u0027ll probably take whatever\u0027s 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\u0027 good, sleepin\u0027 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\u0027 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\u0027m a billionaire (yeah) Oh, oh (singin\u0027), when I\u0027m a billionaire Oh, oh (oh) I wanna be a billionaire (uh-huh) so fucking bad