My Poor Mama

COREY CROWDER, JAMES MCNAIR, JAREN JOHNSTON, JORDAN SCHMIDT

My poor mama she oughta have a house in the Bahamas
Infinity pool and a rosewood sauna
A bank account with a couple more commas
A closet full of Tony Lamas
So much cash she could afford to burn it
Lord knows she earned it

‘Cause my poor mama man I put her through hell
She drained her savings account keeping me out of jail
My poor mama man I swear she’s a saint
The way she put in the overtime and never got paid
If saving my can was worth a million dollars
Than nodody’d be richer than my poor mama

Like that time I wrecked her Corolla
When I driving it like I stole it
Called her up on the Motorola
Said I dodged a deer and I think it's totaled
Yeah raising me sure was hard
She oughta be living large

She’d have some change in her pocket
Going ching a ling a ling
Have a mansion in the Hamptons she only hits the spring
She’d be a proud new owner of a basketball team
A private jet a red corvette if it we’re up to me

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