The Lonely Island - Diaper Money

Lonely Island!
We’ve been here for a minute now
This some grown man shit

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown ass man

Ayo I got that diaper money ‘cause my kids is the shit
So I stay on my hustle to keep my pocketbook thick
I got papers and papers and tapes
All for baby’s mistakes
Just so my carpets and drapes (don’t get shit on em)

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown ass man

I got that wife pussy, I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy, I got that pussy on lock

I got that wife pussy on lock 24/7
Whenever she left me I’m insane pussy heaven
And the best past about it
Is no one else could have it
And also I can’t have it unless she says I can

See a girl on the street, man I can’t so I won’t
See my wife at home, man I would but she hates my guts

I got that wife pussy, I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy, I got that pussy on lock

I got that grave plot, I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot, it’s right off the highway

Wobble dee, wobble dee drop into my grave plot
You afraid of death? Well I’m afraid not
‘Cause I got the bomb spot right off the highway
I did it my way, a very small percent of the time range
I got my coffin picked out
Styrofoam painted like wood, tricked out
It’s even got handles to lower me smooth
And my tomb stone only has minimal typos

I got that grave plot, I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot, right next to my dad

I got that diaper money, I got that wife pussy
I got that grave plot, I’m a grown ass man