Welcome 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 bitches, so much broads Feelin' like 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 St. Tropez Wild, wild enough Too much money in the bank account Hands in the air make you scream and shout When we're in St. Tropez Wild, Wild enough Spending money in a large amount Hands in the air make you scream and shout When we're in St. Tropez (Timati) St. Tropez (Oh yeah) We make money, money we spending Get mad honeys, 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 Murcielago It don't make dollars, it don't make cents It don't make you rich, it 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 St. Tropez Ladies and gentlemen, tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia Give a warm welcome for heavy weight rap champion B Smooth 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! Welcome to St-Tropez