Buckets Lyrics - Juicy J

Yeah, Lex, man, we killin' these muh'fuckin' fools, mane 

You know what I'm saying? 

These niggas be crazy about these bitches, mane 

Ballin' on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets) 

I got all my chains while you niggas tuckin' 

Tuckin', tuckin' (tuckin', tuckin', tuckin') 

You hatin' what I'm doing but your bitch love it 

She love it (love it), she love it (love it), she love it (love it) 

That's why I'm balling on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets) 

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Yeah, nigga 

Ballin' on your bitch like a fade away 

First, I got to bang it like an 808 

Here comes Superman tryin' to save the day 

She see all this ice on me, she's tryin' to skate away 

You save all your money for a rainy day 

I'm the weatherman everyday a rainy day, nigga 

And it's a light chance of snow, too 

Fuck you looking at? I can snatch your hoe, too 

I'm ballin' in the club, I feel like Jimmy Buckets 

Bucket after bucket, your bitch wanna suck it 

Fill it up with nothin' but that Bombay, fuck it 

Let her pop a bottle now I gotta bust it 

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Ballin' on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets) 

I got all my chains while you niggas tuckin' 

Tuckin', tuckin' (tuckin', tuckin', tuckin') 

You hatin' what I'm doing but your bitch love it 

She love it (love it), she love it (love it), she love it (love it) 

That's why I'm balling on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets) 

First, I wash that Lamb off then I hit the cash vault 

Then I hit the local strip club and drop a bag off 

Then I get some Blue Dream, ballin' up the gym 

Make it rain 'til it flood, now the strippers gotta swim 

This gon' be a long night, we gon' go up all night 

Both my pockets stuffed, ain't no such thing as the wrong price 

She wanna go home with me, told lil' mama, "Hold tight" 

She not all that fine, she look better in a strobe light 

Running outta dough (dough), send me up some more (mo') 

Spent a night in Magic for the third night in a row (row) 

She my favorite hoe (hoe), I might take her home (home) 

Paralyze that pussy when I'm gone off that Patrone 

Yeah Hoe! 

Ballin' on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets) 

I got all my chains while you niggas tuckin' 

Tuckin', tuckin' (tuckin', tuckin', tuckin') 

You hatin' what I'm doing but your bitch love it 

She love it (love it), she love it (love it), she love it (love it) 

That's why I'm balling on your bitch in the club, buckets 

Buckets, buckets, buckets (buckets, buckets, buckets)