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...
