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Welcome to St. Tropez

Welcome to St.TropezGet 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 in the sea

You for real you can't see me

In these Euro frames the whole world change

Mad bitches so much broads

Feelin' like 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 St. TropezWhoa, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. TropezWelcome to St. Tropez

Oh yeahWe make money, money we spending'

Get mad honeys, swimming in women

Imported linen, Egyptian cotton

The party just started, the party ain't stopin'

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 Murcielago

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

Harley's, Maserati's, Gallardo's

We make too much dough

And we spend it all day, welcome to St. Tropez

Oh yeahWhoa, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. TropezLadies and Gentelmen, 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.BlackstarGet 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 musicWhoa, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. Tropez

Whoa, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we're in St. TropezWelcome to St. Tropez

Songwriters

FABIO ANTONIALI, ANTOINE KONRAD, DJIBRIL KAGNI, THERON MAKIEL THOMAS, TIMUR ILDAROVICH JUNUSOV, KALENNA HARPERPublished by

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