Welcome to St. Tropez - Pat Deville

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 out in the sea

You for real you can’t see me

In these Euro frames the whole world change

Mad bitches so much brought

Feel the life when I wanna fuck them all

Get mad brain in my very fast car

Ferrari V12 Marilena 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. Tropez

Woah, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez

Woah, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez

Welcome to St. Tropez

Oh yeah

We make money, money we spending'

Get mad Henny, swimming and 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

Harleys, Maserati, Gallardos, we make too much do'

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

Oh yeah

Woah, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez

Woah, party now

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez

Woah, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez

Woah, party now

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air make you scream and shout

When we’re in St. Tropez