Lyrics

[Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins] Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you) Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you) Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah (Tryna get to you) [Verse 1: Jnr Choi] Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov, yeah Pull up for certain, yeah, come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah, call me the moon Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine, might give her the wood, yeah Ooh, yeah, come for the zoov, yeah Pull up for certain, yeah, come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah, call me the moon Baby girl fine, so fine, so fine, might give her the wood, yeah [Chorus: Jnr Choi & Sam Tompkins] (Moon) Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you) Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you) Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you) [Verse 2: Jnr Choi] Pull up and make it clap Bust it down on my jeans, make a nigga spend racks (Woah) Pull up and make it clap Bust it down on my jeans and end up on your back Pull up and make it clap Bust it down on my jeans, make a nigga spend racks (Woah) Pull up and make it clap Bust it down on my jeans and end up on your back (Woah) Whine up your ripe pum-pum Oh, ya pussy so tight, make a nigga change ways (No) Know I been broke not once, but twice That's why a nigga gotta get paid (Paid) Whine up your ripe pum-pum Oh, ya pussy so tight, make a nigga change ways Know I been broke not once, but twice That's right, a nigga really self-made (Paid) [Chorus: Jnr Choi, Sam Tompkins & Alicia Keys] (Moon) Teh, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you) Teh, ha, ha, pull up the ting, gon' turn up Teh, ha, yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you), teh, teh, teh Pull up the ting, gon' turn up (New York City, please go easy on me tonight) (Brr, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo, bo-bo-bo; tryna get to you) Yeah, yeah, pull up the ting, gon' turn up (New York City, please go easy on this heart of mine) (Doo-doo-doo-doo) Yeah, yeah (Tryna get to you)