My Humps The Black Eyed Peas

Whatcha gon do with all that junk

All that junk inside your trunk?

Ima 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 that Donna

Karan they be sharin

All their money got me wearing fly

Gear but I aint askin

They say they love my ass in

Seven Jeans, True Religion

I say no but they keep givin

So I keep on takin

And no I aint taken

We can keep on datin