Lyrics My Humps - Annna

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your truck?

Whatcha gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside your truck?

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on a daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ice'
Dolce & gabana
Fendi and that Dona
Karan they be sharin'
All their money got me wearing fly
Gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my 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 dating
Now keep demonstratin'

My love, my love, my love, my love
Your love my lady lumps
My hump, my hump, my hump
My humps they got you

(She's got me spending)
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Spending all your money on me
Oh on me

What you gon' do with all that junk
All that junk inside that truck?
I'ma gonna get-get-get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump
What you gonna do with all that
All that inside 'em jeans?
I'ma gonna make-make-make you scream
Make you scream
Make you scream

I met a girl down at the disco
She said "Hey, hey, hey, yeah, let's go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Let's spend time not money
And mix your milk with my Coco Puffs
Milky, milky coco
Mix your milk with my Coco puffs
Milky, milky, right"

(She's got me spending)
(She's got me spending)
Ooh
Spending all your money on me
And spending time on me
(She's got me spending)
Spending all your money on me
Oh on me