All that junk inside your trunk?

My hump, my hump

My lovely little lumps

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 Donna

Karan, they be sharing

All their money

Got me wearing fly

Brother, I ain't asking

They say they love my ass 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 (love), my love, my love, my love (love)

You love my lady lumps (love)

My hump, my hump, my hump (love)

My humps they got you

Ooh

Ooh

'Cause of my humps (huh?)

My hump, my hump, my hump (what?)

My hump, my hump, my hump (huh?)

My lovely lady lumps

I met a girl down at the disco

She said, "Hey, hey, hey"

Yeah, let's go

I can be ya baby, you could be my honey

Let's spend time, not money

And mix yo' milk wit' my Cocoa Puff

Milky, milky cocoa

Mix yo' milk with my Cocoa Puff

Milky, milky, right

They say I'm really sexy

The boys, they wanna sex me

They always standing next to me

Always dancing 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

In the back and in the front (lumps)

My loving got you

Ooh

Ooh

Get you love drunk off this hump

What you gon' do wit' all that breast?

All that breast inside that shirt?

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

Make you work, work, make you work

Ooh

Ooh

So real (so real, so real)