[Intro]
Yeah, it's me, Joanne fucking Prada
You thought I was gone?
You were wrong

[Verse 1]
What the fuck you thought? I still look hot
Say you wanna fuck 'til I bleed?
N***a, give me what you got
They say I'm onto nothing, but I'm onto something
You see the follow button? (Hit me, baby, one more time)
I'll break your clit with my front teeth
You faggots think you so cunty
Miss Voodoo Pussy, bitch, that's me
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch, that's tea
Fist fuck me, I'm real fish
You heard "Gutta", I'm a real bitch
Now pray to Britney and pray to Lindsay
'Cause I'm Satan, that's real shit

[Chorus]
You're on the bottom, I'm on the top
Bitch, I'll never flop, I'm the queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop
(Queen of pop) I'm your queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop
[Post-Chorus]
Prada's coming down to Hollywood
I wanna make it in that neighborhood
They love the smell of mе in Hollywood
How could you hurt me when I look this good? Uh

[Verse 2]
And I'll still come back to slay thе girls
Once I'm in Hollywood
I won't forget for the girls
I'm sick of slaying you weak hoes
Your simple mind, your Goodwill clothes
I'm Oprah, you're Wendy
I'm Madonna, you're Britney
Get a bitch, 'cause I'm sick of your shit
I'm too exclusive, on my business, bitch
Like it or not, I'm the queen of pop, work!

[Chorus]
You're on the bottom, I'm on the top
Bitch, I'll never flop, I'm the queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop
(Queen of pop) I'm your queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop
[Bridge]
You're on the bottom, I'm on the top
You're on the bottom, I'm on the top (On the top)
Ah, feels so good to be on top
Take that, take that, take that
I'm on top, I'm on top, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on top
I'm on top, I'm on top, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on top
Top, top, top, top, top, top
I'm the queen of pop

[Chorus]
(Queen of pop) Queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop
(Queen of pop) I'm your queen of pop
(Queen of pop) Bitch, I'll never stop

[Post-Chorus]
Prada's coming down to Hollywood
I wanna make it in that neighborhood
They love the smell of me in Hollywood
How could you hurt me when I look this good? Uh