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
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
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