I wanna be a billionare so freaking 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
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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 billionare.
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of “Everyday Christmas“
Give Travie a s wish list
I´d probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that ain´t never had sh--t
Give away a few Mercedes like “here lady have this“
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
Its been a couple months that I´ve been single son
You can call me Travie Claus minus the HO HO
Get it, hehe, 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 oh oh oh for when I´m a Billionare
Oh oh oh oh for when I´m a Billionare
I´ll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then I´ll compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple mille in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twenties, completely separate
And yeah I´ll be in a whole new taxi 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
and go sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing.
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I wanna be a billionare be a billionaire so freaking bad!
