Moving Weight Songtext
von Dave East

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You out of date but love tricking bitches ask you for favors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