Diaper Money

Lonely island, we've been in it 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
Yo, 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
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.

Young sandwich
I got that grave plot, i got that grave plot
I got that grave plot, it's right off the highway
Wobble-dy, wobble-dy, 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 that grave plot
I'm a grown ass man.