Lonely Island!
We’ve been here for a minute now
This some grown man [bad word] 

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown [bad word] man

Ayo I got that diaper money ‘cause my kids is the [bad word] 
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 [bad word] drapes (don’t get [bad word] on em)

I got that diaper money, I got that diaper money
Dude I got that diaper money, I’m a grown [bad word] man

I got that wife [bad word]  I got that wife [bad word] 
I got that wife [bad word]  I got that [bad word] on lock

I got that wife [bad word] on lock 24/7
Whenever she left me I’m insane [bad word] 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

I got that wife [bad word]  I got that wife [bad word] 
I got that wife [bad word]  I got that [bad word] 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

I got that 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 [bad word] 
I got that grave plot, I’m a grown [bad word] man