[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
Hustlin got me feelin like
I'm on top of the world
This pimpin go from coast to coast, coast to coast
All across the gloab
International player, international player

[Verse 1: Drumma Boy]
From ATL to Mephis, man, livin proof that a pimp life is down and in
From Uncle Luke to Don Wonn, Juice and Jin
Mama told me any hoe, money to spend
Come overseas to entertain me, good hoes
From mink coats, to big floats on the coast
Do by the key west
I'm impressed
On the west, collect more, and pay less
D Boy fresh

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
Hustlin got me feelin like
I'm on top of the world
This pimpin go from coast to coast, coast to coast
All across the gloab
International player, international player

[Verse 2: MJG]
I'm just an I N E T R N A T I L O N A L L P L A Y E R
Puffin on a cigar
Posted up in D Bar
Celebrating cause we are
Some who movin up the ramps, but we never did run
We never did great, and we kept it one hun
I'm a pimp type, MJ space ace, you know
This hustlin got me floatin, I know I just passed Pluto
[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
Hustlin got me feelin like
I'm on top of the world
This pimpin go from coast to coast, coast to coast
All across the gloab
International player, international player

[Verse 3: Bun B]
Hold up, somebody pass me my passport
Travlin ain't for recreation, it's a get the cash sport
I'm at the airport, it's just like a club
First class, first road, the lane show me love
I'm leanin on the leather, as I travil overseas
Hit London with Dizzy, eyes low with John Poochi
In Mexico with Sinfull, Canada with Drake
Case we comin cross the border, cause I never roll fake
Let your money maker shake

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
Hustlin got me feelin like
I'm on top of the world
This pimpin go from coast to coast, coast to coast
All across the gloab
International player, international player