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

“Next time,” she said, checking the time on her new accessory, “check the registration. I don't do carpools.”

Doja checked her reflection in the back of a polished spoon, adjusting a stray strand of pink hair. “Only ten? I must be losing my touch.”

“He’s in the back,” the bartender whispered, his hands shaking as he polished a glass. “But he’s got ten guys with him.” Doja Cat - Boss Btch (from Birds of Prey: The Album)

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.”

She reached down, plucked the keys from his limp fingers, and slid his gold Rolex off his wrist. “Next time,” she said, checking the time on

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

As the first man lunged, she didn't just move; she choreographed. A spin that ended in a heel to the jaw; a dip that sent a tray of champagne glasses flying into the face of a second. She was a blur of high-fashion violence, every hit landing with the precision of a metronome. I must be losing my touch

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.