I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad.
By all of the things I never had.
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazines.
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen.
Oh every time I close my eyes.
I see my name in shining lights. Yea.
A different city every night oh I, I swear.
The world is better prepare for when I'm a billionaire.
Yea, 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 who ain't never had sh**.
Give away a few Mercedes like here lady have this.
And last, but not least, grant somebody last wish.
It's been a couple months since I've single so...
You can call me Travis Claus minus the ho ho.
Hehe, get it, I'd probably visit where Katrina hit.
Yea, sure do a lot more than Tina did.
Yea, can't forget about me stupid.
Everywhere I go Ima have my own theme music.
Oh every time I close my eyes.
(Watcha see watcha see)
I see my name in shining lights.
Yea- eh
A different city every night oh I, I swear.
The world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire.
Oh, Oh.
When I'm a billionaire.
Oh, Oh.
I'll be playing basketball with the president.
Dunking on his delegates.
Then I compliment on his political etiquette.
Toss couple milli in the air just for the heck of it.
Keep the fives, twenties, tens and bens completely separate.
Yea, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket.
We in recession, but let take a crack at it.
I'll probably take whatever 's left and 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 in the air and sing.
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