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Now That's What I Call Music! 35
01. California Gurls
02. Somebody to Love (remix)
03. Gettin' Over You
04. Rock That Body
05. Bulletproof
06. Alejandro
07. Cooler Than Me
08. Billionaire
09. Ridin' Solo
10. Impossible
11. Pray for You
12. This Afternoon
13. Kissin U
14. My First Kiss
15. Undo It
16. Lover, Lover
17. Stronger
18. Speakers
19. Obsession
20. Shut the Front Door (Got My Girls)
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking 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 shining lights
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 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
Aha, 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, yeah, 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 (let's go)

I'll be playing basketball with the President
Dunking 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 five, 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
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, haha)
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up, Oprah? Haha)

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, yeah, 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 (sing it)
When I'm a billionaire
Oh-oh, oh-oh (oh)

I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad