In "CATWOMAN," Doechii celebrates a hard-won independence, turning a record deal into a jackpot and flaunting the spoils without owing anyone creative control. The repeated boast about going double platinum with no label and no sacrifice frames success as self-possession rather than compromise. Even the playful threats and flexes, from green diamonds to a black-and-white Lamborghini, carry the same swaggering confidence. The song lands as a victory lap for an artist who got rich, stayed sharp, and kept her vision intact.
CATWOMAN Lyrics by Doechii
Woo-hah
Woo-hah, ah
Ayy (Uh)
It’s a motherfuckin’ robbery (Okay)
Moo signed it, hit the motherfuckin’ lottery (Yeah)
Get more spins than pottery (Uh)
Fuck with me, I’ma need a bond like Sean Connery (Brrr)
“Oh, golly, gee, this bitch must be on poppy seeds” (Yeah)
Who tryna pop with me? (Uh)
Woo-hah, woo-hah
Huh
Ayy, yeah
Who tryna pop with me? Realize she just poppin’ tea
Hip hop elite and a popstar, drop the beat
First quarter, check so big I could cop a V
Rest of it, throwin’, baby, would that pussy pop for me? (Yeah)
Bitch, I get around, I got a little bit of ‘Pac in me (Uh)
Bottega mini skirt got a pocket for the pocket piece
You can’t stop me, fire stick like a Taki (Brrr)
Bitch pulled up in a lemon, she needs some Tajín (Woo-hah)
Doechii had a little Lamb’, it was black and white (Yeah)
Restaurant, spent a couple grand on my appetite (Uh)
Green diamonds like the bezel look like Spanish rice
I went double platinum with no label, sacri— uh, mm-mm
I went double platinum, no creative sacrifice (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
‘Bout to text my bitch like, “Would you like to crack tonight?” (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Only certain bitches I allow to stand be— uh, mm (Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Only certain bitches I allow to stand beside (Ha, ha)
I get deep inside that bottle like Atlantic dive
I can’t fuck with her, she got a prayin’ mantis vibe
She’s got a landing strip, I want to land inside
I went double platinum with no label, sacri— woo
Sheesh (Come on)
Woo-hah
Woo-hah
Huh
Uh
