Billionaire (Acoustic) [feat. Bruno Mars)

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
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
Every day Christmas, give Travie your 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 since I've 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, bruh?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, 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
Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh), when I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (let's go)

I be playing basketball with the president
Dunking on his delegates
Then I compliment him on his political etiquette (good job)
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's left and just split it up (there yo go)
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
And 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
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?)

Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see, bruh?)
I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, 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 (yeah)
Oh-oh, oh-oh (sing it)
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad