[Bruno Mars]I wanna be a billionaire so fucking badBuy all of the things I never hadUh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazineSmiling next to Oprah and the queen

Oh, every time I close my eyesI see my name in shining lights, yeahA different city every nightOh, I, I swear the world better prepareFor when I’m a billionaire

[Travie McCoy]Yeah, I would have a show like OprahI would be the host of everyday ChristmasGive Travie a wish listI’d probably pull an Angelina and Brad PittAnd adopt a bunch of babies that ain’t never had shitGive away a few Mercedes like: Here, lady, have thisAnd last but not least, grant somebody their last wishIt’s been a couple months that I’ve been single, soYou can call me Travie Claus, minus the ho, hoGet it, I’d probably visit where Katrina hitAnd damn sure do a lot more than FEMA didYeah, can’t forget about me, stupidEverywhere I go I’ma have my own theme music

[Bruno Mars & Travie McCoy]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?)(Oh, yeah, yeah) a different city every nightOh, I, I swear the world better prepare (for what?)For when I’m a billionaireOoh, ooh, oh, oohFor when I’m a billionaireOoh, ooh, oh, ooh

[Travie McCoy]I’ll be playing basketball with the PresidentDunking on his delegatesThen I’ll compliment him on his political etiquetteToss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of itBut keep the fives, twenties, tens and bens completely separateAnd yeah, I’ll be in a whole new tax bracketWe in recession, but let me take a crack at itI’ll probably take whatever is left and just split it upSo everybody that I love can have a couple bucksAnd not a single tummy around me would know what hungry wasEating good, sleeping soundlyI know we all have a similar dreamGo in your pocket, pull out your wallet, put it in the air and sing

[Bruno Mars & Travie McCoy]I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad (so bad)Buy all of the things I never had (buy everything, ha, ha)Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazineSmiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah? Ah, 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?)(Oh, yeah, yeah) a different city every nightOh, I, I swear the world better prepareFor when I’m a billionaireOoh, ooh, oh, ooh(Sing it!) For when I’m a billionaireOoh, ooh, oh, ooh

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad