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

Oh, want you to turn on the lights

So they can see me tonight (Turn up!)

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

Oh 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

Oh, want you to turn on the lights

So they can see me tonight (Turn up!)

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

Oh we in VIP balling, VIP, VIP balling

Oh 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

• Artist:Cymphonique
• Album:"Passion" (2013)