Moving Weight

Song

Moving Weight

Dave East · Straight Outta Harlem · 2014 · 3:12

Lyrics

Dave East Gotta move an eighth Gotta be the one Straight outta Harlem East side Yeah like I'm losing weight Uh, feel like I'm losing weight Uh uh Grim Jones Why it feel like I'm losing weight (why) I ain't got no money, tryna move an eighth I seen them eight balls get copped without a badge Blue and red lights in my rear view, I gotta mash Potato in front of the gun like I got it mashed A lot of cake in my future never forgot my past Coppin' bags for side bitches, wifey get vacations in the sand Strong arm robbery put that cake in my hand No band wagon, 30 on me it got my pants saggin' Dave East even your man blasted I used to scam cabbage, taking trips, I'm tryna land in Paris The best man without going to my man marriage Dancing with the devil know my steps I'm not Q I got the juice I feel like Omar Epps Ask me for four features I need four more checks Surprised my hair not grey I don't need no more stress Started with ten homies I got four more left Said they with the Grim Reaper told 'em show my death Wanna see how I go to my maker off Hennessy Probably smoking an acre with different women and flavors '04 I was tryna match my fitted with gators Made the news every week my niggas still in them papers Set up shop down in Atlanta niggas still in Decatur You out of date but love tricking bitches ask you for favors Even though you shed cheese you could never be greater It was 2011 niggas still had a pager I like ripped up denim Dominican women a couple bricks stuffed in 'em Same nigga from B building tryna touch millions Fuck feelings, shit I'm investing in plush buildings Central Park penthouse, a game of bowling I'm tryna knock all her friends down These little boys making noise but this how men sound I'm in a league all by myself Niggas could bleed all by they self it makes no difference I'm in the V all by myself, lighting up trees all by myself Blink and you might miss it Thinking of award shows got me ignoring hoes I'm getting money like Sonny you just collusion though This ain't no Bronx Tale, I watched them overdose Heroin from Taiwan that overflow Frank Lucas inspired that Nicky Barnes hustle Was motivated seeing moms hustle Consignment kept me afloat I was getting it off of all muscle I had the black and blue Jordan 8's aqua bubble Uh, Reebok pumps and my Vuitton duffle I got my piece but I come in peace we don't want trouble A bitch can never love you like your moms love you I leave the presidential on while I arm wrestle Why it feel like I'm losing weight If I ain't got no money I got to move an eighth My life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms move away Georgetown colored whip cop it blue and grey Aye, a hundred bricks we could move today Dead serious them games nigga you could play Do it for my mother and son In love with my gun, hottest nigga under the sun Why it feel like I'm losing weight If I ain't got no money I got to move an eighth My life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms move away Georgetown colored whip cop it blue and grey Aye, a hundred bricks we could move today Dead serious them games nigga you could play Do it for my mother and son In love with my gun, hottest nigga under the sun

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