

Prompt / Lyrics
[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
Tags
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
3:01
No
3/11/2026