The Black Eyed Peas - My Humps

Whatcha 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 that Donna

Karan they be sharin'

All their money got me wearing fly

Gear but I ain't 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 ain't taken

We can keep on datin'