(I sit by myself, talking to the moon)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

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-ay
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-ay

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up

Pull up and make it clap
Buss it down on my jeans
Make a nigga spend racks (Woah)
Pull up and make it clap
Buss it down on my jeans
And end up on your back (Woah)
Pull up and make it clap
Buss it down on my jeans
Make a nigga spend racks (Woah)
Pull up and make it clap
Buss it down on my jeans
And end up on your back (Haha)
Whine up your ripe pum-pum
Oh, ya p**sy so tight
Make a nigga change ways
Know I been broke, not once, but twice
That's why a nigga got 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 why a nigga got paid (Paid)

Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up
Pull up the ting, gon' turn up