Welcome To St. Tropez - DJ Antoine vs. Timati / DJ Antoine vs. Mad Mark Radio Edit

Welcome to Saint-Tropez (oh, yeah)
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 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