Billionaire - Room39
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
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 sh-t
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, 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 Imma have my own theme music
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Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire.
Oh oooh oh oooh
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, twentys 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 whatevers 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
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
( ซ้ำ * )
Oh oooh oh pooh for when I’m a Billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad!
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