Оригинальный текст песни My Humps – The Black Eyed Peas 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, 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 ice-ys. Dolce & Gabbana, Fendi and then Donna Karan, they be sharin' All their money got me wearin' Fly gearrr but I ain't askin, They say they love my ass ‘n, Seven Jeans, True Religion's, I say...

[Verse 1] It's the end of the month and the weekend I'ma spend this check, everything on me, yeah I'ma tip myself, I'ma spend it on mysef l'ma drop it like it's pouring, I'ma pour it on myself Это конец месяца и выходные Я потрачу этот чек, все на себя, да Я даю чаевые себе, я трачу их на себя Я буду сорить деньгами, я высыплю их на себя [Refrain] Check, check, check, check that money Making bank account number (Yikes!) That's that shit that's never getting bounced on ya Bitch, I do the money dance,...