Lyrics

It's a pity Low down and dirty shame Lord, it's a pity Low down and dirty shame Tell me, how can a poor man make it? I say, when money is the name of the game I used to have the best credit Every place in town I sign my name No money down Things ain't tough y'all And old Buster leads on Now, my name won't even buy me A piece of bubblegum It's a pity Low down, dirty shame Tell me, how can I poor man make it? I say, when money is the name of the game So bad baby, yeah Thinking here, about the good time I know has passed It ain't the old ravishing me But, it got me looking for game It's a pity Low down and dirty shame Oh low, baby Tell me, how can I poor man make it? I say, when money is the name of the game I need some baby I know, oh lord, yeah We talking about crumbs Don't forget about the fringe Tell me, how can I poor make it?, hey I say when money, yeah, is the name of the game
Writer(s): Johnny Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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