Video Pocket Cake de Aaron Cartier 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Cartier - 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