Buckets - N.O.R.E., French Montana, Manolo Rose

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

Showin' out on the couch just like fuck it

Celebrate like it’s my birthday

Pretty ladies to the section if you’re thirsty (ay)

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

Celebrate like it’s my birthday

Pretty ladies to my section if you’re thirsty (ay)

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

Showin' out on the couch just like fuck it

Come here baby girl, let’s talk, gotta link up

Winter time in New York, I’m probably minked up

Maserati like John Gotti, let’s link up

I wish Chinx was alive, I’d pick Chinx up

OG smoke OG in my city

Even when it gets foul, it’s still my city

Legendary, thats February to February

Been going hand to hand since pet cemetery

Noreaga drink Jäger, whole different lane

Emirates to Dubai, whole different plane

Big bottles of pain, we don’t drink the same

Awkward, you don’t play the game then you forfeit

Left hand grabbing on aqua, absorb it

Level spelled backwards is level, you gotta balance it

Drink champs, eye to eye shots, gotta challenge it

Keep taking one more drink, until you out of it

Out of it, oh

Bottle after fucking bottle

I’m Probably high enough to touch the sky though

With some bad bitches that should probably model

With some bad bitches bring another bottle

Tell 'em I need one more, one more

One more, one more

Tell 'em I need one more, one more

One more, one more

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

Celebrate like it’s my birthday

Pretty ladies to my section if you’re thirsty (ay)

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

Showin' out on the couch just like fuck it

Sky is not the limit it is just the view

God blessing real niggas but yet it’s just a few

I have a couple of bullets and I had them just for you

You lost the beef and the drama, wasn’t it adjustable

How we drink that there?

(Bottle after fucking bottle)

And after that we (Party high enough to touch the sky though)

Big chips, big chips, Uh oh

Big whips, big whips, Uh oh

Still got deals at the William Morris agency

A network with the network, don’t play with me

Alligator and alley snakes on the crosswalk

Landed on Baltic but thinking Boardwalk

See what hood niggas dream, we got a lot of swag

Shorty need a man, she ain’t have a dad

I give her that love that she ain’t never had

And offer Champagne and now she never mad

Cause

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

You can keep the sparklers bring the bottles

Celebrate like it’s my birthday

Pretty ladies to my section if you’re thirsty (ay)

We don’t do the line, we do the bucket

Showin' out on the couch just like fuck it

Bottle after fucking bottle, party high 'till we touch the sky though

With some bad bitches that should probably model

With some bad bitches bring another bottle

Tell 'em I need one more, one more

One more, one more

Tell 'em I need one more, one more

One more, one more