Purple Pen ft. Xords Lyrics

I don't got no time

Got a dime

And you know we boutta slide for the money in a sec

I'm about my hours so I write em all down

Keep it in my log sheet

Write 'em in a purple pen

I would put my life on the line for the money

Yeah I swear I'd probably go ahead and die for the check

I don't care about a conversation with your ex

If he talkin' too much then we goin for-

I don't got no time

Got a dime

And you know we boutta slide for the money in a sec

I'm about my hours so I write em all down

Keep it in my log sheet

Write 'em in a purple pen

I would put my life on the line for the money

Yeah I swear I'd probably go ahead and die for the check

I don't care about a conversation with your ex

If he talkin' too much then we goin for the neck

I was too busy for the rest

I got B2B notes and they sittin' on my desk

I don't even check my dm's yeah they fillin' up with threats

All I do is make music, make money, make advertisements and then thank God

I was thinking for a second 'bout my list to check off

Breakin' up wit ya it was never in my cards

But I love to play poker and I got no hearts

Said I got no hearts

I'm sorry not sorry big player

Big cash opportunity I won't save ya

I'm swingin' bat flippin' bag chaser

Base toucha watermelon the best flavor

You runnin' Mouth runnin' not stopping

Merch dropping gang coppin' stay reppin'

Stay solid they got it in best color

Purple comin'

Xords run it

We get paper

I don't got no time

Got a dime

And you know we boutta slide for the money in a sec

I'm about my hours so I write em all down

Keep it in my log sheet

Write 'em in a purple pen

I would put my life on the line for the money

Yeah I swear I'd probably go ahead and die for the check

I don't care about a conversation with your ex

If he talkin' too much then we goin for the neck

I know that I've been a bad son

I'm sorry

But I gotta keep 'em safe so I can't have none

Graduated now, so I'm done

I know it's a game

I don't play it

But your buddies have fun

You can try to change it right now

But tomorrow I'll be gone and not coming back down

I know that I'm not in your town

But I'm still the talk of your town

Don't do it

Don't send it

Your reputation, so tarnished

So easy for me to say you're

Psychotic, Quixotic,

I'm hypnotic

Discount it I dismiss your allegations

I'm chillin'

So simple

Too friendly

One day you'll tell people that you met me

Dressed up your heart is too petty

You're sour

I'm not sorry the truth hit me

I don't got no time gotta dime and you know we boutta slide for the money in a sec

I'm about my hours so I write em all down

Keep it in my log sheet

Write 'em in a purple pen

I would put my life on the line for the money

Yeah I swear I'd probably go ahead and die for the check

I don't care about a conversation with your ex

If he talkin' too much then we goin for his neck