Billionaire (Acoustic) [feat. Bruno Mars)

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, 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 Every day 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-ho 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 (what you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (for what?) For when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh), when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (let's go) I be playing basketball with the president Dunking on his delegates Then I compliment him on his political etiquette (good job) Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it But keep the fives, twenties, tens, and bens 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 (there yo go) 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 (so bad) Buy all of the things I never had (buy everything) I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah?) Oh, every time I close my eyes (what you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (for what?) For when I'm a billionaire (yeah) Oh-oh, oh-oh (sing it) When I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh) I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad