Billionaire (remix) (feat. Bruno Mars, T-Pain & Gucci Mane)

[Bruno Mars]

I wanna be a billionaire so fricking bad

Buy all of the things I never had

[Travie McCoy]

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 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 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'mma have my own theme music

[Bruno Mars]

I wanna be a billionaire so fricking 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

A different city every night

I swear, the world better prepare

For when I’m a billionaire

[T-Pain]

Billionaire dollar crib, stadium, theatre

Personal ball cleaner, the closet's all Gators

I'm eating this morning, break-fast

I'mma need 1st place, I refuse to take last

You can hear the wordplay on the top of the bass-clap

You niggas is all drop-outs, you hate class

Until them umbrellas pop out, splish-splash

Ain't no rain on her blou-ouse, get back

Cause them doors close by themselves

Oh, no-no-no, I don't need nobody help

They say I'm backwards cause the doors on my Phantom open up the wrong way

And I'm like no, homeboy, you just making the wrong pay

[Bruno Mars]

I wanna be a billionaire so fricking 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

A different city every night

I swear, the world better prepare

For when I’m a billionaire

Oh-oh, oh-oh wanna know where I am there is nothing wrong, nothing wrong

Oh-oh, oh-oh even back to the ghetto ghetto ohhhh oh

Oh-oh, oh-oh this car and those cribs, I need it all

Oh oooh oh oooh for when I’m a Billionaire

[Gucci Mane]

Gucci Mane la Flare in the building, yeah

Right back like I never even went nowhere

Growing up, I dreamed I would be a billionaire

And when the Jordans came, I could buy a billion pair

Cause zillionaires swagged up, swear it ain't fair

Lames lay game and they too too square

Life's too short to sit back and look

Every night is a movie, my life's a book

Money rules the world, but money runs to me

You can't put a price tag on what God's done for me

I wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad

So I can tell all my haters to kiss my ass

It's Gucci