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Travie McCoy & Bruno Mars - NRJ hits 14 - Billionaire
NRJ hits 14
Disc 1
01. We No Speak Americano
02. California Gurls
03. Tämän kylän poikii
04. Stereo Love
05. Billionaire
06. Memories
07. Minä
08. Commander
09. Clap Your Hands
10. Ihmisenpyörä
11. In My Head
12. I Like (Jost & Grubert radio mix)
13. Cooler Than Me
14. Keep on Walking
15. Hot (Play & Win radio version)
Disc 2
01. Kielletyt käskyt
02. Jealous Sky
03. If I Had You
04. End of Me
05. Dancing on My Own
06. En haluu kuolla tänä yönä
07. Nothin’ on You
08. Rock That Body
09. All the Lovers
10. Wear My Kiss
11. Jää mun luo
12. Dog Days Are Over
13. Fight for This Love
14. Pack Up
15. Kotimatkalla
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