Billionaire Songtext
von Travie McCoy
Billionaire Songtext
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
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
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see brah?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I, I swear
The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh, when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, 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
Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys, 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
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 freakin' 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? Ha-ha)
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see brah?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I, I swear
The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (sing it) when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
Buy all of the things I never had
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
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
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see brah?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I, I swear
The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh, when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, 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
Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twentys, 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
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 freakin' 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? Ha-ha)
Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see brah?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I, I swear
The world better prepare (for what?) for when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (sing it) when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
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