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
My Poor Mama Video (MV)
Performed By: Corey Crowder
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: COREY CROWDER, JAMES MCNAIR, JAREN JOHNSTON, JORDAN SCHMIDT
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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
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
Writer: COREY CROWDER, JAMES MCNAIR, JAREN JOHNSTON, JORDAN SCHMIDT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.