[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