Billionaire
I wanna be a billionaire so fricking 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
Oh, every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
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, 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'mma have my own theme music
Oh, every time I close my eyes
(What you see? What you see, bro?)
I see my name in shining lights
(Aha, aha, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I
I swear the world better prepare
(For what?)
For when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, for when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking 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, 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 is 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 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
(Every day, haha)
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
(What up, Oprah? A HA)
Oh every time I close my eyes
(What you see? What you see, bro?)
I see my name in shining lights
(Aha, aha, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, for when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking 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
Oh, every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights
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, 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'mma have my own theme music
Oh, every time I close my eyes
(What you see? What you see, bro?)
I see my name in shining lights
(Aha, aha, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I
I swear the world better prepare
(For what?)
For when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, for when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking 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, 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 is 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 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
(Every day, haha)
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
(What up, Oprah? A HA)
Oh every time I close my eyes
(What you see? What you see, bro?)
I see my name in shining lights
(Aha, aha, and what else?)
A different city every night, oh, I
I swear the world better prepare
For when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh, for when I'm a billionaire
Ooh, ooh, oh, ooh
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad
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Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Travis L. Mccoy, Ari Levine, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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