Lyrics St Monica - Westy

Mhmm, yeah
We don't do conversations
Yeah, we don't do explanations
Burn that shit, yeah
Slide in that whip, yeah
Please don't trip
Don't know where to go, Santa Monica

She from California, oh yea
That shit turns me on, oh
Cruisin' 'round the city in the Batmobile
Savin' hoes just for the thrill
V12 so you know it's real
VVs on vs fo' real

Ouu ouu
Spend it all on you
'Cause that's what i do
Let's go on trip
I'll show you a trick
You got that pussy power, i gotta admit
I like you, i don't like your friends
They be actin' like fans
And they not your friends
They just do pretend
All that shit on you
Got you feelin' like you're brand new
All that shit on you

You just want attention
Love and celebrations
You just want attention
Love and celebrations

Mhmm, yeah
We don't do conversations
Yeah, we don't do explanations
Burn that shit, yeah
Slide in that whip, yeah
Please don't trip
Don't know where to go, Santa Monica

She from California, oh yea
That shit turns me on, oh
Cruisin' 'round the city in the Batmobile
Savin' hoes just for the thrill
V12 so you know it's real
VVs on vs fo' real

Mhmm mhmm mhmm, yeah
Mhmm mhmm mhmm, yeah