Lyrics of
Billionaire

Billionaire is a collaboration between Travie McCoy and Bruno Mars, released as the lead single from McCoys debut album, Lazarus, in 2010. The lyrics articulate the desire to be extremely wealthy not just for luxury, but also to be able to do good deeds for the world, such as helping the less fortunate and contributing to charitable causes.

I wanna be a billionaire so fuckin' 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 shiny lights.
Yeahh, 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 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 that I've been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho.
Haa, 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 Imma have my own theme music.

Oh every time I close my eyes,
(what chu see, what chu see bro?)
I see my name in shiny lights.
(uh huh).
A different city every night.
Oh I - I swear, the world better prepare For when I'm a billionaire.
(yeah!)
When I'm a Billionaire.
Oh oooh oh oooh.
(let's go)

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, tens in bins completely separate.
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, put it in the air and sing

I wanna be a billionaire so frickin' bad.
(So bad)
Buy all of the things I never had.
(Buy everything, haa)
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine.
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen.
(What up Oprah? Haaa!)

Oh every time I close my eyes,
(what chu see, what chu see bro?)
I see my name in shiny lights.
(uh huh).
A different city every night.
Oh I - I swear, the world better prepare
(for what?)
For when I'm a billionaire.
(yeah!)
When I'm a Billionaire.
Oh oooh oh oooh.
I wanna be a billionaire
(uh huh)
so frickin' bad!