What we're not gon' do
Is let the haters break us
They can watch our moves
But they still can't imitate us
They can watch us move
To the penthouse from the basement
Tell your girls come through
We can have a celebration

Got hypnotic tunes that'll raise the roof and get you out your seat
cnd the loud is booming, every time you consume it knocks you off your feet
Don't get too high cause you might get burnt to the third degree, to the third degree
If it ain't about no money, or getting paid
They can miss me with their stories, and their games
They'll air out your dirty laundry, for the fame
Try to steal your glory, bunch of lames

What we're not gon' do
Is let the haters break us
They can watch our moves
But they still can't imitate us
They can watch us move
To the penthouse from the basement
Tell your girls come through
We can have a celebration

Out of time, they are out of time
it's our time, money on our mind
Out of time, they are out of time
it's our time, money on my mind

Now you're so appalled, I'm in your momma's walls and she can hardly speak
She can hardly walk, and it's not my fault you mom's a superfreak
It's all in good fun, treat you like my son, or like my employee
But no days off, you better stay on your job, seven days a week

Ok,
they can miss me with their stories, and their games,
cll these artists and their cronies, sound the same,
You can follow all these phonies, to the grave

What we're not gon' do
Is let the haters break us
They can watch our moves
But they still can't imitate us
They can watch us move
To the penthouse from the basement
Tell your girls come through
We can have a celebration

Out of time, they are out of time
it's our time, money on our mind
Out of time, they are out of time
it's our time, money on my mind