Preference Lyrics – Gucci Mane
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.) I prefer thick hoes
But I ain’t got a preference
I don’t *** nothin’ but bad hoes
But I ain’t got a preference (Go)
[?] Cartiers because I’m kinda skeptical
I pulled up in a Spectre and I just caused a spectacle (Well, damn)
Plain Jane Hublot on, I’m tryna be intellectual
And I don’t even pump gas no more ’cause all my cars electric (Wow)
I’m flying down on national, I’m drivin’ kinda irrational (Drivin’ around)
I’m feeling real fantastical, my Classical Grand National
My *** ain’t even no actress but she acting all dramatical
The *** done got emotional, start acting all irradical
How you gon’ compete with me? You pulled up in a Challenger
My car ain’t got three seats, I’m in the middle with two passengers
You should find something safe to do ’cause this is not for amateurs
My house like a mall, my *** bigger than Perimeter
I prefer thick hoes
But I ain’t got a preference
I prefer convertibles
But I ain’t got a preference
I don’t *** nothin’ but bad hoes
But I ain’t got a preference
And I don’t want [?] but a bankroll
I ain’t got a preference
The fountains in my mansion look like the ones at the Bellagio (Oh my God)
Long-nose revolver, I nicknamed it Joe DiMaggio (Joey)
If I don’t be honest, will my nose grow like Pinocchio? (Huh?)
This *** got long hair, but she ain’t no Pocahontas though (No)
You ain’t gettin’ money, ain’t no marble on your kitchen floor (No)
My ho said she wants sushi, so I flew that *** to Tokyo (Sushi)
Black Phantom, white guts, call that *** an Oreo (Call that *** a what?)
McLaren Speedtail peel off like Super Mario
I prefer thick hoes
But I ain’t got a preference
I prefer convertibles
But I ain’t got a preference
I don’t *** nothin’ but bad hoes
But I ain’t got a preference
And I don’t want [?] but a bankroll
I ain’t got a preference
