Lyrics Preference - Gucci Mane

Preference

But I ain't got a preference
I don't fuck 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 bitch ain't even no actress but she acting all dramatical
The bitch 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 shit 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 fuck 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 bitch 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 bitch to Tokyo (Sushi)
Black Phantom, white guts, call that bitch an Oreo (Call that bitch 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 fuck 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