That's How I Feel (feat. Gucci Mane)

Listen to this track, bitch

It's Dolph

It's Gucci

It's Dolph

Own a big house, and it's full of bad bitches

I'm just sayin', can a young **** 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, whoa, then I sent her back

Sittin' in the truck, smokin' on a blunt

Then I realized, I think I hear somebody shootin'

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 bills

Now I'm dancin' in the truck, that's how I feel

I'm in a coupe, cost half a mil, I just redid my Chevelle

Got two Maybachs in both, it is 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 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' off stage

Choppa turn a **** 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 you twenty 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 bills

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, it is 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 how I feel

You know that salt can kill a snail but can't do nothin' to a player

I'm way too trill, I'm hard to kill, that's how I feel