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

Doja sat at the velvet-drenched bar, her boots resting on a table that cost more than a mid-sized sedan. She wasn't here for the drinks. She was here because Roman Sionis’s lead enforcer had forgotten to say "please" when he’d tried to “requisition” her getaway car.

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. 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. Doja sat at the velvet-drenched bar, her boots

She reached down, plucked the keys from his limp fingers, and slid his gold Rolex off his wrist. She stood up, the chime of her jewelry

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

“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.”