Текстове на песни: DJ Antoine. Welcome To St. Tropez.

Get fresh gotta stay fly
Get the jet I gotta stay high
High up like a la la la
Ain't nothin here that ma money cant buy
Dolce, Gucci and Louis V
Yatch so big i could live in the sea
You for real u can't see me
In these Euro frames the whole world change
Mad bitches so much broads
Spendin like when i wanna fuck them all
Get mad brain in ma very fast car
Ferrari v12 Marilena on ma arm
Ladies can't resist the charm
Haters, kiss the ring or the ___
And we do this all day, welcome to St. Tropez

Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez

Spending money in a large amount
Hands in the air make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
Oh yeah

Welcome to St. Tropez

We make money, money we spending'
Get mad Henny, swimming and women
Imported lynin, Egyptian cotton
The party just started, the party ain't stopin'
Keep shit poppin', poppin these bottles
Haters keep hatin', fu**n' these models
So much money like we own the lotto
Pull up to a club in a white murcielago
He don't make dollars, he don't make cents
He don't make you rich, he don't mean shit, shit
Give me the shit. I mean how much better can it get
Harleys, Maserati, Gallardos, we make too much doe
And we spend it all day, welcome to St. Tropez
Oh yeah