That’s How I Feel

Lyrics

[Intro: Young Dolph & Gucci Mane] (Listen to this track, bitch) It's Dolph It's Gucci It's Dolph Yeah (Go) [Verse 1: Young Dolph] One big house and it's full of bad bitches I'm just sayin', can a young nigga live? (Let a nigga live) Two million worth of cars parked in the front yard But want another Rolls-Royce, that's how I feel (Ayy, ayy) For a hundred shots, I heard you paid a hundred stacks (What?) Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hundred back (Hah) For that new coupe, I paid four hundred flat (Skrrt) Smash your baby mama, woah, then I sent her back, hey Sittin' in the truck (Yeah), smokin' on a blunt (Yeah) Then I realized I think I hear somebody shootin' (Ayy, what's that?) You think I'm goin' out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid (It's Dolph) Them millions keep callin' my phone and I'm headed straight to it (Brrt, hello?) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales Now I'm dancin' in the trap, that's how I feel (Woo) I'm in a coupe cost half a mil', I just redid my Chevelle Got two Maybachs in both ears, that's how I feel (Bling, burr) I got two bitches at the 'tel, hope that they don't kiss and tell I'm way too much for just one bitch, that's how I feel (Woo) You know that salt can kill a snail, but can't do nothin' to a player (No) I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel (Huh) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Ballin', Gucci twin K's, I just made the front page Please stay out my lane, man, 'cause I got road rage (Skrrt) Fresh up out the cage, I'm the jack of all trades And you suckers can't kill me, I'ma die of old age (Well, damn) Put your hands on Gucci, then I'm jumpin' off stage Chopper'll turn a nigga dreads to a hightop fade Call me Droptop Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith 'Bout to roll the window down and start throwin' out grenades Nigga, this is how you feel when you walk up out the jail And walk up in that bank and tell 'em give you twenty mil' (Yeah) And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails And dick so good, she can't keep it to herself (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales Now I'm dancin' in the trap, that's how I feel (Woo) I'm in a coupe cost half a mil', I just redid my Chevelle Got two Maybachs in both ears, that's how I feel (Bling, burr) I got two bitches at the 'tel, hope that they don't kiss and tell I'm way too much for just one bitch, that's how I feel (Woo) You know that salt can kill a snail, but can't do nothin' to a player (No) I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel (Huh)