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Lyricist: Dj Antoine
Lyrics:
Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)
Get fresh, gotta stay fly Get the jet, I gotta stay high High up like a la-la-la Ain't nothin' here that my money can't buy Dolce, Gucci and Louis V Yacht so big I could live on the sea You for real? You can't see me In these Euro frames, the whole world change Mad bitches, so much broads Feel the life when I wanna fuck them all Get mad brain in my very fast car Ferrari V12, Maranello on my arm Ladies can't resist the charm Haters, kiss the ring of the Don And we do this all day Welcome to Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah) We make money, money we spending Get mad Henny, swimming in women Imported linen, Egyptian cotton The party just started, the party ain't stoppin' Keep shit poppin', poppin' these bottles Haters keep hatin', fuckin' these models So much money like we own the lotto Pull up to a club in a white Murciélago He don't make dollars, he don't make cents He don't make you rich, he don't mean shit, shit We the shit I mean how much better can it get? Harleys, Maseratis, Gallardos We make too much dough And we spend it all day Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah) Whoa, what a night Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia Give a warm welcome for heavyweight rap champion B Smooth the Groove So make some noise for the one and only Mr. Black Star Get it up, don't stop your body Come on, ladies, let's get naughty Get it up, now everybody Come on, girls, here comes the daddy Get it up, don't stop your body Get it up, again your body Get it up, now everybody Get it up for music Whoa, what a night Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Whoa, what a night Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air, make you scream and shout When we're in Saint-Tropez Welcome to Saint-Tropez
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