What you gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk
I'ma get- 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 iceys
Dolce & Gabbana Fendi and then Donna
Karan they be sharing all their money
Got me wearin' fly gear but I ain't asking
They say they love my *** in Seven Jeans True Religion
I say " No" but they keep giving
So I keep on taking and no I ain't taken
We can keep on dating 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
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
Spending all your money on me
On- on me on me
What you gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your trunk
I'ma get- get- get- get you drunk
Get you love drunk of my hump
What you gonna do with all that ***
All that *** inside 'em jeans
I'ma make- 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
They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna *** me
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me
Tryna feel my hump hump
Looking at my lump lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it I'ma start some drama
You don't want no drama
No no drama no no no no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy
You ain't my man boy
I'm just tryna dance boy
And move my hump
My hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My loving got you
