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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fergie
Vocals
will.i.am
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Adams
Songwriter
David Payton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Villaroman
Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
will.i.am
Producer
Lyrics
What you gon' do wit' 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 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
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me
What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gon' do wit' all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
'Cause of my humps (huh?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (what?)
My hump, my hump, my hump (huh?)
My lovely lady lumps
Check it out
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
My hump, my hump, my hump
My hump, my hump, my hump
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
My lovely lady lumps (lumps)
In the back and in the front (lumps)
My loving got you
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me
What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gon' do wit' all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'ma make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream
What you gon' do wit' all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
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
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
O-On me, on me
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
So real (so real), so real (so real)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
Surreal (surreal), surreal (surreal)
So real (so real, so real)
Writer(s): Will Adams, David Payton
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