Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Timati
Timati
Canto
Kalenna
Kalenna
Canto
Mad Mark
Mad Mark
Remixer
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Fabio Antoniali
Fabio Antoniali
Composición
A. Konrad
A. Konrad
Composición
Тимур Юнусов
Composición
Djibril Gibson Kagni
Djibril Gibson Kagni
Composición
Theron Thomas
Theron Thomas
Composición
Kalenna Harper
Kalenna Harper
Composición
Timati
Timati
Arreglista

Letra

[Verse 1]
Welcome to St. Tropez
[Verse 2]
Get fresh, gotta stay fly
Get the jet, I gotta stay high
High up, like a la, la, la
Ain't nothing 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
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 St. Tropez
[Verse 3]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 4]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 5]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 6]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 7]
Welcome to St. Tropez
Oh, yeah
[Verse 8]
We make money, money we spendin'
Get mad Henny, swimmin' 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 St. Tropez
Oh, yeah
[Verse 9]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 10]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 11]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 12]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 13]
Ladies and gentlemen
Tonight, all the way from Moscow, Russia
Give a warm welcome for heavyweight rap champion
Be Smooth, the groove
So make some noise for the one and only, Mister Blackstar
[Verse 14]
Givin' it up, don't stop your body
Come on, ladies, let's get naughty
Givin' it up, now, everybody
Come on, girls, here comes the daddy
Givin' it up, don't stop your body
Givin' it up, quicken your body
Givin' it up, now, everybody
Give it up for music
[Verse 15]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 16]
Boy, party now
Too much money in the bank account
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 17]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 18]
Boy, party now
Spendin' money in a large amount
Hands in the air, make you scream and shout
When we're in St. Tropez
[Verse 19]
Welcome to St. Tropez
Oh, yeah
Written by: Antoine Konrad, Djibril Gibson Kagni, Fabio Antoniali, Kalenna Harper, Theron Thomas, Тимур Юнусов
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