Welcome to St. Tropez (DJ Antoine vs. Mad Mark Radio Edit)

Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)

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 on the sea

You for real? You can't see me

In these Euro frames, the whole world change

Mad bitches, so much broads

Feel the life when I wanna fuck 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

Welcome to Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

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 (oh, yeah)

We make money, money we spending

Get mad Henny, swimming in women

Imported linen, Egyptian cotton

The party just started, the party ain't stoppin'

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 Murciélago

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, Maseratis, Gallardos

We make too much dough

And we spend it all day

Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)

Whoa, what a night

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia

Give a warm welcome for heavyweight rap champion B Smooth the Groove

So make some noise for the one and only Mr. Black Star

Get it up, don't stop your body

Come on, ladies, let's get naughty

Get it up, now everybody

Come on, girls, here comes the daddy

Get it up, don't stop your body

Get it up, again your body

Get it up, now everybody

Get it up for music

Whoa, what a night

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Too much money in the bank account

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

Spending money in a large amount

Hands in the air, make you scream and shout

When we're in Saint-Tropez

Whoa, what a night

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