LYRICS -

Chorus One (Garth Taylor):
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,
Standing next to Oprah and the Queen.
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shinning lights
A different city every night, oh I swear
The world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire…

Verse One (E. Oks, Mel Hsu):
I said, I really don't care
To be a billionaire,
I'd go with frizzy orange hair
Looking silly on-air,
If it got me the attention
I need for you to listen
To see what you've been missin'
When you stop with all the spending,
That’s not gonn' bring an end
To all the craving you feel,
There'll be something you don't have,
You'll make a big deal,
Say that last thing's the cure to get you
Rid of that flu,
But have it for long enough
You'll be sick of that too,
In a bad mood,
Rantin' that the clear sky
Isn't that blue,
Unhappy livin' fat
With riches that
Should be given back to
Not just the tummies of the
Hunnies you know kid
But all those that your shunning
While you stunting with closed lids.

Chorus Two (Garth Taylor, Mel Hsu, E. Oks):
Oh every time I close my eyes (what the fuck do you see?)
I see my name in shinning lights (more glitter, go figure)
A different city every night, oh I swear
The world better prepare
For when I’m a billionaire…
Ohh Ohhhh (x4)

Verse Two (E. Oks, Garth Taylor):
Now I don't wanna seem presumptuous,
But it seems we're stuck with this
Gluttonous, "no touching this,"
Ideal of what success is.
The mind's a grabby child
Stuck in his youth
Suckin' his tooth
Cause a cavity's
Struck at its root.
And he's mad but he can't see it's the candy that he
Loves that's the true
Reason that every season
He is stuck feeling blue.
So he continues
To buy his expensive property
And the expense
Is the existence of poverty.
All he has
is, in a sense, robbery.
Rivalry between those who
Have and have not,
Since lavish cash crop,
Means others can't afford the small things,
We know this in our hearts
But still we all sing…

Chorus Three (Garth Taylor, Mel Hsu, E. Oks):
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad,
Buy all of the things I never had
(and give it to no one? That type of living is no fun)
I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine,
(typical, unliteral, tricking you, till you think that it is cool...what up Lupe!)
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes (what the fuck do you see?)
I see my name in shinning lights (More glitter, go figure)
A different city every night, Oh I swear, the world better prepare
For what?
For when I’m a billionaire…Oh oh
For what?
When I’m a billionaire…Oh oh (x2)
For what?
I wanna be a billionaire, so fucking bad.