Lonely IslandWe been here for a minute nowThis some grown man shitI got that diaper money
I got that diaper money dude
I got that diaper money
I'm a grown ass manYou know, I got that diaper money
Cause my kids need to shit
So I stay on my hustle
To keep my pocketbook thickI got papers and papers and papes
All for my baby's mistakes
Just so my carpets and drapes
Don't get shit on 'emI got that diaper money
I got that diaper money dude
I got that diaper money
I'm a grown ass manI got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy
I got that pussy on lockI 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 canI 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 gutsWife pussy
I got that wife pussy
I got that wife pussy
I got that pussy on lockI got that grave plot
I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot
It's right off the highwayWobble-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 highwayI 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 typosGrave plot
I got that grave plot
I got that grave plot
Right next to my dadI got that diaper money
I got that wife pussy
I got the grave plot
I'm a grown ass man