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American Idol

Genres: Pop

Billionaire Lyrics - American Idol

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 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 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 Hos 

 

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 

I see my name in shining lights 

A different city every night 

Oh, I swear the world better prepare 

For when I'm a billionaire 

 

Oh oh, oh oh, for when I'm a Billionaire 

Oh oh, oh oh 

 

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, hiz and biz 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 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 swear the world better prepare 

For when I'm a billionaire 

When I'm a billionaire 

 

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad