Cymphonique Miller - Turn Up Time Lyrics
I'm talking pocket full of rubber bandsPocket full of rubber bandsTake it, pitch it, throw itBlow it like a ceiling fanWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereI'm talking pocket full of rubber bandsPocket full of rubber bandsTake it, pitch it, throw itBlow it like a ceiling fanKeep it pouring, keep it, keep it pouringKeep it pouring, we ain't living til the morningOhhhh, want you to turn on the lightsSo they can see me tonight (Turn up!)Ohhhh, DJ turn it up, crank it all the way upOhhhh we in VIP balling, VIP, VIP balling(What we doing?)Oh yeah, pockets on fat, got everybodyTurn up time, turn up timeTurn up time, turn up timeI'm talking pocket full of rubber bandsPocket full of rubber bandsTake it, pitch it, throw itBlow it like a ceiling fanTurn up time, turn up timeTurn up time, turn up timeGrill all gold, tell shawty come hereGrill all gold, tell shawty come hereI can make it rain, I can, I can make it rainI'm talking waterfalls, pleasant hurricanesI can make it rain, I can, I can make it rainI'm talking waterfalls, pleasant hurricanesWe just killed the club...We balling like a pro up in VIPWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereOhhhh, want you to turn on the lightsSo they can see me tonight (Turn up!)Ohhhh, DJ turn it up, crank it all the way upOhhhh we in VIP balling, VIP, VIP ballingOhhhh yeah, pockets on fat, got everybodyTurn up time, turn up timeTurn up time, turn up timeNo Limit is the team, No Limit is the teamYeah, everybody valid, got they pockets full of greenTurn up time, turn up timeTurn up time, turn up timeI'm talking pocket full of rubber bandsPocket full of rubber bandsTake it, pitch it, throw itBlow it like a ceiling fanWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereWe still in here, we still in hereWe ain't going nowhere, we chilling hereI'm talking pocket full of rubber bandsPocket full of rubber bandsTake it, pitch it, throw itBlow it like a ceiling fan
