Diaper Money

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

Cuz 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

(J-Orgus)

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

(Young Sandwich)

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

Cuz 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!