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
 When we’re in St. Tropez