Lyrics:

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