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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Travie McCoy
Vocals
Bruno Mars
Vocals
The Smeezingtons
All Instruments
Christopher "Brody" Brown
Bass Guitar
Charles Monez
Bass Guitar
The Stereotypes
Programming
Eric Hernandez
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Travie McCoy
Songwriter
Ari Levine
Songwriter
Philip Lawrence
Songwriter
Bruno Mars
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ari Levine
Recording Engineer
The Smeezingtons
Producer
Chad Jolley
Engineer
Dave Benck
Engineer
Elvis Aponte
Engineer
George Mayers
Engineer
Graham Marsh
Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Javier Merino Valverde
Engineer
Lyrics
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' 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
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-
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
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 shining lights
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, and what else?)
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
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I'll be playing basketball with the President, dunkin' 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, tens and Ben's 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
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 freakin' 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 shining lights (uh-huh, uh-huh, and what else?)
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
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh
I wanna be a billionaire so freakin' bad
Writer(s): Peter Gene Hernandez, Travis L. Mccoy, Ari Levine, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii
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