Whatchu gon′ do with

Whatchu gon' do with

Whatchu gon′ do with all that junk?

Junk

Whatchu gon' do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

I'ma get-get-get you drunk

Get you love-drunk off my hump

My hump, my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump

My lovely little lumps

Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy

I do it on the daily

They treat me really nicely

They buy me all these ices

Dolce and Gabbana

Fendi and that Danna

Karan, they be sharin′

All their money got me wearin′ fly

Gear but I ain't askin′

They say love my ass in

Seven Jeans, True Religion

I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin′

They know I ain't takin′

We can keep on dating

And I keep on demonstrating

My love

My love, my love, my love

You love my lady lumps

My hump, my hump, my hump

My humps, they got you

My humps, they got you

My humps they got you

Spending all your money on me

Spending all your money on me, ah-on me, on me

Ah-on me, on me

Ah-on me, on me

Whatchu gon' do with all that junk

All that junk inside that trunk?

I'ma get-get-get you drunk

Get you love-drunk off my hump

Whatchu gon′ do with all that ass

All that ass inside them jeans?

I′ma make-make-make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream

'Cause of my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump

My hump, my hump, my hump

My lovely lady lumps

Check it out

My hump, my hump, my hump

You can look but you can′t touch, if you touch it, touch it

Touch it

Touch it

Touch it, touch it

Whatchu gon' do with...