Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Wake up
Hair up
Baby girl at my feet
Coffee on the counter
Rent due next week
One check
One shot
Still I hold this whole house
Got my aunties in the kitchen
Let me show you what we’re ’bout
[Chorus]
I’m that fry bread queen
Stackin’ up the green (yeah)
Sweet grass swingin’ from the rearview
Clean
Single mama hustle
Whole fam on my team
All about the uncles
All about the dream
I’m that fry bread queen
Makin’ what we need
Turn a little flour to a whole damn feast
Laughin’ in the smoke while we count that cheese
I’m that fry bread
Fry bread queen
[Verse 2]
Uncle at the table
Telling stories ’bout the old days
Lil one starin’ wide-eyed
Soakin’ up our last names
Grease pop
Bead drop
Radio on low
Culture in the crumbs
Baby
That’s the way we grow
[Bridge]
Got sage in my pocket
Got bills in the drawer
Got prayers for my daughter
Got my feet on this floor
Turn the lights
Turn the oil
Turn the hustle to a song
I was made from strong women
Now I’m keepin’ us strong
[Chorus]
Style
midtempo indigenous-infused pop-trap bouncewarm bass and tight drums under shimmering pads and hand percussion. verses feel intimate and conversational; chorus widens with stacked female harmonies and call-and-response ad-libs. subtle flute and vocal chops in the hookbeat drops for a stripped-down bridge then slams back in for the final chorus.
Prompt
Indigenous queen single Mom works One job has a daughter all about the uncles all about the fried bread sweet grass and making all that money
Credits
Prompt by
Lokii_Dokii
Lokii_DokiiGeneratedDec 27, 2025
ModelAria v5
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