Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds Of Prey: The Album) ✨ 🎉

“And you’ve got a lot of my leather upholstery on your pants,” Doja replied, her voice a silk-wrapped blade. “I’m not here for an apology. I’m here for the keys. And maybe the watch.”

She walked out of the club, the heavy beat of the music resuming as if the building itself was exhaling in relief. Outside, the engine of her ride roared to life, a sleek, predatory growl that echoed off the skyscrapers. She didn't look back. Bosses never do. Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)

In three minutes, the room was a wreckage of broken mahogany and unconscious henchmen. Doja stood over the enforcer, who was now clutching his ribs on the Persian rug. “And you’ve got a lot of my leather

Doja didn’t flinch. She leaned back against a marble pillar, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “I’m a bitch, I’m a boss,” she hummed, the lyrics a low-frequency threat. “I’m a shine and I’m a gloss.” And maybe the watch

The enforcer laughed, a wet, ugly sound. He signaled his men. They closed in—suits tight, knuckles cracked.

She stood up, the chime of her jewelry cutting through the bass of the club. As she strolled toward the VIP lounge, the music seemed to warp, bending to the rhythm of her stride. When the heavy oak doors swung open, the room went silent.

“He’s in the back,” the bartender whispered, his hands shaking as he polished a glass. “But he’s got ten guys with him.”