Get fresh, gotta stay fly

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 b*tches so much brought 
Feel the life when I wanna f*ck 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 [bad word] poppin’, poppin’ these bottles 
Haters keep hatin’, f*ckin’ 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 [bad word]  [bad word] 
We the [bad word]  I mean how much better can it get 
Harley’s, Maserati, Gallardo’s, 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