Turn Up Time Lyrics - Singles - Cymphonique Miller

I'm talking pocket full of rubber bands 

Pocket full of rubber bands 

Take it, pitch it, throw it 

Blow it like a ceiling fan 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

I'm talking pocket full of rubber bands 

Pocket full of rubber bands 

Take it, pitch it, throw it 

Blow it like a ceiling fan 

Keep it pouring, keep it, keep it pouring 

Keep it pouring, we ain't living til the morning 

Ohhhh, want you to turn on the lights 

So they can see me tonight (Turn up!) 

Ohhhh, DJ turn it up, crank it all the way up 

Ohhhh we in VIP balling, VIP, VIP balling 

(What we doing?) 

Oh yeah, pockets on fat, got everybody 

Turn up time, turn up time 

Turn up time, turn up time 

I'm talking pocket full of rubber bands 

Pocket full of rubber bands 

Take it, pitch it, throw it 

Blow it like a ceiling fan 

Turn up time, turn up time 

Turn up time, turn up time 

Grill all gold, tell shawty come here 

Grill all gold, tell shawty come here 

I can make it rain, I can, I can make it rain 

I'm talking waterfalls, pleasant hurricanes 

I can make it rain, I can, I can make it rain 

I'm talking waterfalls, pleasant hurricanes 

We just killed the club... 

We balling like a pro up in VIP 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

Ohhhh, want you to turn on the lights 

So they can see me tonight (Turn up!) 

Ohhhh, DJ turn it up, crank it all the way up 

Ohhhh we in VIP balling, VIP, VIP balling 

Ohhhh yeah, pockets on fat, got everybody 

Turn up time, turn up time 

Turn up time, turn up time 

No Limit is the team, No Limit is the team 

Yeah, everybody valid, got they pockets full of green 

Turn up time, turn up time 

Turn up time, turn up time 

I'm talking pocket full of rubber bands 

Pocket full of rubber bands 

Take it, pitch it, throw it 

Blow it like a ceiling fan 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

We still in here, we still in here 

We ain't going nowhere, we chilling here 

I'm talking pocket full of rubber bands 

Pocket full of rubber bands 

Take it, pitch it, throw it 

Blow it like a ceiling fan