Pocket Cake

Lyrics

[Intro] You know I came back for the one time Got drugs in my nose and shoes All hell broke loose on a punchline You don't wanna find me in my goo Buckle hearts and you end up fucked too Little minute and we finna break news You better call Pierre and show a young nigga how you gonna make they move, woah [Chorus: Aaron Cartier] Pockets made of cake Like it's my birthday Blow it all away Like it's my birthday Money in the bank Okay, okay Pockets made of cake Like it's my birthday [Verse 1] It all started with a half ounce Turn a motherfuckin' crib to a trap house I been workin' all day, pushing packs out You can tell I got cake, got cake motherfucker, I'm racked out I'm the man take the trash out But put the cash back in May take a lot of risks, but I'm never gon' lose Anyway you twist the shit I'm probably gonna win Pockets ain't week but you know they ain't knotted Only cutting checks if they do direct deposit Only getting happy when I'm checking my deposits Had to quit smoking just to double up my profits Do a lil yay but ain't mixin' up the product Some will say they got it but really they ain't 'bout it I know it sounds shitty, I ain't fucking with the city I'ma be the next up out it if I have to flex about it Homie I just keep a pocket [Chorus: Aaron Cartier] Pockets made of cake Like it's my birthday Blow it all away Like it's my birthday Money in the bank Okay, okay Pockets made of cake Like it's my birthday [Verse 2] I make an open eye sesh And my bitch is caramel, man I'm thinking I'm blessed On my Susuki, I feel right in my flesh Livin' out the whip up, baby bad bitch I'm fresh, oh yes The Cartier called a nigga up and he said let's get it I been live, I been tired of hoes, and Dilly said bro come with it I been high, I been trying on clothes, the big size bands ain't fittin' Said I'm countin' on my dez and dough, the money make a nigga act wicked [Verse 3] I know you ain't got nothing for me, hey Run up in the spot and baby I can roll this green And I just hope my god, niggas try to flex on me No I do not give a fuck because I'm back with RTC Nigga I've done red eye, yeah, I'm Rosetta Stone, ayy From Dubai, a nigga had to fly the fuck alone, oh No no no, I am not the plug no more But I'm loading on a jet, on a jet from off the shore Get me long long way from jammin' slammin', right outside the conico A nigga got to get this bread, business mind right gotta go And I had to go, niggas do not know me Oh, hey, where you be [Chorus: Aaron Cartier] Pockets made of cake Like it's my birthday