Lyrics:

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All 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 drop this stuff, it's crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these icy's

Dolce and Gabbana
Fendi and Nervana
Caring they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly

Whether I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass in
Surfin' Jeans, true religion
I say no but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'
And no, I ain't fakin'
We can keep on takin'
Now keep on demonstratin', my love

My love, my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump, my hump, my hump
My humps, they got you

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, on me, on me

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

Whatcha gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside your 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 (What)
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely little lumps, check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said: "Hey, hey, hey, ya, let's go
I can be ya baby, you could be my honey
Let's spend time, not money

And mix your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky coco mix
Your milk with my coco puff
Milky, milky, right"

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standin' next to me
Always dancin' next to me

Tryna feel my hump, hump
Lookin 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

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, on me, on me

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All junk inside that trunk

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

Whatcha gonna do with all that ass?
All that ass inside your jeans

I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

Whatcha gonna do with all that junk?
All junk inside that trunk

I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump

Whatcha gonna do with all that breasts?
All that breast inside that shirt

I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Oh, spending all your money on me
Oh, on me, on me

So real, so real
So real, so real
So real, so real
So real, so real

So real, so real
So real, so real
So real, so real
So real, so real

So real