[Intro: Drumma Boy]
Ayyeee Booyyy, Ayyeee
Ayyeee Booyyy, Ayyeee
D-Boy Fresh

[Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame]
Brick Squad Death Row, dreadhead Suge
I'm on Worldstar, I'm on Worldstar
Driving slow, getting head in your girl car
Bottles in V.I.P., uh huh, world bar
Bitch, I'm known everywhere, worldwide star
East, north, west, south, got them screaming Brick Squad
Brick Squad, Brick Squad
Yeah, n***a, Brick Squad
Every night in the club, boy I'm going ham
[?] beat your ass, we don't give a damn
Hollow tips burn your skin, I'm selling suntans
N***as round me, but [?] gangland
[?] I gotta get it, man
N***as said they want my chain, get it if you can
Next day, dead on Worldstar

[Chorus: Drumma Boy]
I'm on Worldstar, I'm on Worldstar, I'm on Worldstar YEP, I'm on Worldstar (x3)
(Ya see me) (Ten million views in a day ?) YUP I'm on Worldstar
[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
It's Mr. Worldstar, and I just made the World news
Got your girlfriend comin out them new True's
And my life is like a blueprint for a video
I'm a weirdo, I'm a I'm a weirdo
Throw a slumber party 100 bad bitches, me, Tity boy and Drumma Boy
Commas just keep on comin to me, they should call me comma boy
Lights, camera, action main attraction, It's Gucci mane in the caption
I'm trafficking that internet trappin, hate haters with a passion
I ordered 50 bottles at the World bar
I'll take that shit and put that shit on Worldstar
Got a AR15 and it sound off
I'll blow yo ass off and put that shit on Worldstar