Cymphonique Miller - Turn Up Time lyrics

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 k**ed 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