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 a** man
Ayo I got that diaper money
’Cause my kids is the shit
So I say I’m gonna hustle
To keep my pocket but fit
I got papers and papers and tapes
All for baby’s mistakes
Just so my comperton 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 a** 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 pussyon 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
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
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 a** man