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letra de pocket cake - aaron cartier

[intro]
you know i came back for the one time
got drugs in my nose and shoes
all h-ll broke loose on a punchline
you don’t wanna find me in my goo
buckle hearts and you end up f-cked too
little minute and we finna break news
you better call pierre and show a young n-gg- 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 motherf-ckin’ crib to a trap house
i been workin’ all day, pushing packs out
you can tell i got cake, got cake motherf-cker, 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 sh-t 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 sh-tty, i ain’t f-cking 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 b-tch 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 b-tch i’m fresh, oh yes
the cartier called a n-gg- 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 n-gg- 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, n-gg-s try to flex on me
no i do not give a f-ck because i’m back with rtc
n-gg- i’ve done red eye, yeah, i’m rosetta stone, ayy
from dubai, a n-gg- had to fly the f-ck 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 sh-r-
get me long long way from jammin’ slammin’, right outside the conico
a n-gg- got to get this bread, business mind right gotta go
and i had to go, n-gg-s do not know me
oh, hey, where you be

[chorus: aaron cartier]
pockets made of cake
like it’s my birthday

- aaron cartier

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