My Poor Mama

Yeah, 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 nobody'd be richer than my poor mama
Yeah, like that time I wrecked her Corolla
When I was driving it like I stole it
Called her up on the Motorola
Said I dodged a deer and I think its totaled
Yeah, raising me sure was hard
She oughta be living large
'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 nobody'd be richer than my poor mama
She'd have some change in her pocket
Going jing a-ling a-ling
Have a mansion in the Hamptons she only hits in the spring
She'd be the proud new owner of a basketball team
A private jet, a red corvette
If it were up to me, oh
'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 nobody'd be richer than 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
Yeah, my poor mama



Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Mark Schmidt, Corey Crowder, James Mcnair, Jaren Johnston
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