Lyrics That's How I Feel - Gucci Mane , Young Dolph

It's Dolph
It's Gucci
It's Dolph (yeah!)

Own a 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

For a hunnid shots, I heard you paid a hunnid stacks
Hope you got your receipt, go and get your hunnid back
For the new coupe, I paid four hunnid flat
Smash your baby mama, wow, then I sent her back, hey

Sittin' in the truck, smokin' on a blunt
Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shootin' (hey, what's that?)
You think I'm goin' out like Pac and Biggie, you must be stupid
The millions keep callin' my phone, and I'm headed straight to it

Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both, that's just how I feel
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 just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail, but can do nothin' to a player
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel

Only Gucci, twin Ks, I just made the front page
Please stay out my lane, mane 'cause I got road rage
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

Put your hands on Gucci, then I'm jumpin' offstage
Choppa'll turn a nigga dreads to a high top fade
Call me drop top Wop, I'm in a hard top Wraith
'Bout to roll the motor down and start throwin' out grenades

This is how you feel when you walk up out the jail
And walk up in that bank and tell 'em give ya 20 mil
And this is how she feel when you do her hair and nails
And dick so good, she can't keep it to herself

Shippin' money by the mail, I just came back with the bales
Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel
I'm in a coupe, cost half a mill, I just redid my Chevelle
Got two Maybachs in both, that's just how I feel
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 just how I feel
You know that salt can kill a snail, but can do nothin' to a player
I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel