Dollar General Queen

[Verse 1]
Found you in aisle seven
Flippin’ through the bargain bin
Cart full of off-brand heaven
And a half-price bottle grin
You got flip-flops, fake rhinestones
Still you walk like royalty
Clippin’ coupons, crushin’ phones
But girl, you cash to me (yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re my Dollar General queen
Cuttin’ tags, still lookin’ mean
Stretchin’ every little thing
Like it’s high-end, high sheen
I don’t need designer dreams
Got my discount beauty, clean
On that yellow sign routine
You’re my Dollar General queen (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
You stack snacks like skyscrapers
Pay in crumpled dollar bills
Talk big plans on torn paper
Chasin’ clearance rack thrills
Got that country in your laughter
Got that pop hook in your talk
Rap every price on the scanner
Like a verse when you walk (hey!)
[Chorus]
You’re my Dollar General queen
Cuttin’ tags, still lookin’ mean
Stretchin’ every little thing
Like it’s high-end, high sheen
I don’t need designer dreams
Got my discount beauty, clean
On that yellow sign routine
You’re my Dollar General queen
[Bridge]
Who needs front row seats
When we ridin’ in your old ride
Two cups, big bags, back streets
You still sittin’ like you worldwide
You turn that parking lot
Into a throne for two
Every “everything must go”
Just means more time with you (yeah, yeah)
[Chorus]
You’re my Dollar General queen
Cuttin’ tags, still lookin’ mean
Stretchin’ every little thing
Like it’s high-end, high sheen
I don’t need designer dreams
Got my discount beauty, clean
On that yellow sign routine
You’re my Dollar General queen

rap, Hybrid country-pop track with a swaggering southern bounce and trap-influenced drums; male vocals with a sly drawl in the verses, huge stacked harmonies on the hook. Acoustic guitar and banjo licks tuck in under glossy synth pads, 808-style low end, and bright claps. Energy builds from conversational storytelling to an anthemic, shout-along chorus, with ad-libs adding playful attitude., country, pop