[Chorus] So you want to be a billionaire? Jet planes and perfect hair A mansion on a guarded hill Gold wristwatch that you’d kill for You can buy the whole wide world Still wake up wanting more So you want to be a billionaire? What are you still hungry for? [Verse 1] Power over people People underfoot The finest food, the fastest cars Anything that makes you look good Red carpet Gala shine Build a rocket Cut the line Tell the workers Times are hard Don’t pay overtime [Chorus] So you want to be a billionaire? Jet planes and perfect hair A mansion on a guarded hill Gold wristwatch that you’d kill for You can buy the whole wide world Still wake up wanting more So you want to be a billionaire? What are you still hungry for? [Verse 2] Need a thousand acres Just to feel safe Build a wall Better arm the gates Dream about the crowd Breaking it all down Don't say we didn't warn you all The higher the climb The further the fall [Chorus] So you want to be a billionaire? Jet planes and perfect hair A mansion on a guarded hill Gold wristwatch that you’d kill for You can buy the whole wide world Still wake up wanting more So you want to be a billionaire? What are you still hungry for? [Verse 3] You value isn’t in what you take You realize too damn late When every friend is sounding fake And every smile is now paid If even love has a cost Think of what you've lost You bought yourself utopia But no one there knows you [Verse 4] To the moon In the fastest car Dig for diamonds In the stars Build another monument That worked out well historically Better raise the rent [Chorus] So you want to be a billionaire? Jet planes and perfect hair A mansion on a guarded hill Gold wristwatch that you’d kill for You can buy the whole wide world Still wake up wanting more So you want to be a billionaire? What are you still hungry for? [Bridge] You can own the sky But some things have no price You lie awake making wishes To a dark and empty night Immortality still out of reach Death has something left to teach Pay the piper, count your charities Hope that tax deduction Made you less of a leech Tried to buy yourself time But time won’t make the trade It's the end of the line Hope heaven thinks You made the grade [Final Chorus] So you got to be a billionaire Jet planes and perfect hair Now your six feet under that hill Buried with a gold wristwatch that you killed for Now you're not gonna wake up wanting more So you got to be a billionaire? What was all that hunger for?
