[Intro: Fergie & will.i.am]

What you 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 (Huh)

My hump, my hump, my hump (What?)

My hump, my hump, my hump (Huh?)

My lovely little lumps, check it out!

[Verse 1: Fergie & will.i.am]

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 then Donna

Karan, they be sharing all their money

Got me wearin' fly gear but 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

[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]

She's got me spending

Spending all your money on me

And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Spending all your money on me

On-on me, on me

[Post-Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]

What you gon' 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

What you gonna do with all that ass

All that ass inside 'em jeans?

I'ma make-make-make-make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream!

'Cause of my hump (Huh?)

My hump, my hump, my hump (What?)

My lovely lady lumps (Huh?)

In the back and in the front (What?)

My hump, my hump, my hump

[Verse 2: will.i.am]

Girl let's keep a trip to the disco

Yeah, let's go

We can get freaky deaky over dancefloor

I'll dip you low

Then you could take a sip of Coco

Sip it slow (Yeah, sip it real slow)

(Yeah, sip it real slow)

[Verse 3: Fergie & will.i.am]

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

Looking 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 (Love)

My lovely lady lumps (Love)

My lovely lady lumps (Love)

In the back and in the front (Love)

My loving got you

[Chorus: Fergie & will.i.am]

She's got me spending

Spending all your money on me

And spending time on me

She's got me spending

Spending all your money on me

On-on me, on me

[Post-Chorus: will.i.am & Fergie]

What you 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

What you gon' do with all that ass

All that ass inside 'em jeans?

I'ma make-make-make-make you scream

Make you scream, make you scream

What you gon' do with 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 with all that breast

All that breast inside that shirt?

I'ma make-make-make-make you work

Make you work, work, make you work

[Outro: will.i.am & Fergie]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Make your junk work, make your junk work

Make your hump work

Make you work, work, make you work

Make your junk work, make your junk work

Make your hump work

Work it, just work it, work it