[bad word] to St. Tropez

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 Maranello on my arm

Ladies can’t resist the charm

Haters, kiss the ring of the Don

And we do this all day, [bad word] to St. Tropez
 [bad word] /tekst [bad word] [bad word] to-st-tropez-lyrics

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
 [bad word] 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, [bad word] 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

tekst [bad word] 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