Diaper Money - The Lonely Island

Lonely Island

We 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

You know, I got that diaper money
Cause my kids need to shit
So I stay on my hustle
To keep my pocketbook thick

I got papers and papers and papes
All for my 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 lets me, I'm in same pussy heaven
And the best part about it
Is no one else can have it
And also I can't have it
Unless she says I can

I see a girl on the street
And I can't, so I won't
See my wife at home and I would
But she hates my guts

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 way
I got my coffin picked out
Styrofoam painted like wood, tricked out
It's even got handles to lower me smooth
And my tombstone only has minimal typos

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 the grave plot
I'm a grown ass man