文本歌词

Get fresh, gotta stay fly
Get the jet
I gotta stay high
High up like a la la la
Ain't nothing 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 b**ches, so much brought
Spending like
when I wanna f**k 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 Saint-Tropez
Whoa, party now
Too much money
in the bank account
Hands in the air
make you scream and shout
When we're in Saint-Tropez
Whoa, party now
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
We make money, money we spending
Get mad honey
swimming and women
Imported linen, Egyptian cotton
They party just started
the party ain't stopping
Keep sh*t popping
popping these bottles
Haters keep hating
f**king 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 sh*t, sh*t
We the sh*t
I mean
how much better can it get
Harleys, Maseratis, Gallardos
we make too much do
And we spend it all day
welcome to Saint-Tropez