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    Hoopty BoutiqueThe Power of Broke

    Read the complete lyrics to “Hoopty Boutique” by Josh Chakka from The Power of Broke, a Hymns for Entrepreneurs album about Daymond John. Listen to the song.

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    Part of the songbook

    Hoopty Boutique is one chapter in The Power of Broke, a musical interpretation centered on Daymond John.

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    From the albumThe Power of Broke

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    Original lyric sheet / Track 03

    Hoopty BoutiqueLyrics

    From the original lyric sheet for The Power of Broke. Wording may differ slightly from the released recording.

    Boys savin' up for the Jetta, the Caddy 98 I was stackin' Red Lobster money on my dinner plate They wanted flash, I wanted cash flow, a different kind of race So I took twelve grand and put it in a fifteen-passenger space Red and white Ford, a hundred-thousand on the dash My boys was laughin' 'til I started countin' up the cash Runnin' that Parsons Boulevard, shadowin' the MTA A dollar a head, door-to-door, makin' forty bucks a day Extended credit like a bodega, knew 'em all by name "You short today? It's all good, catch me tomorrow, it's the same." They wanted the hot car to impress a shorty for a night I wanted the hot business that was gonna get my future right. This ain't a whip, it's a mobile command post This ain't a ride, it's the hustle that I host My Hoopty Boutique, stock on the floor Slide open the side door, this is the first store This ain't a van, this a vessel for the vision This ain't rust, it's the color of the mission My Hoopty Boutique, from Queens to the shore The engine of the empire, always askin' for more. Then the tickets started pilin', the city cracked down on the side-hustle Had to pivot, find a different way to flex the muscle Coulda sold it for ten G's, copped the whip my boys was on But the van had a new purpose before the old one was gone Packed it full of tie-top hats and the first run of the tees Drove it down to the Black Expo, movin' through the breeze Apollo Theater, slid the door back, started makin' sales Seat-of-the-pants market research, watchin' for the tells Seein' who was buyin' what, what colors made 'em stop and look Every dollar was a lesson, wrote my own damn book They was parked outside the club, I was parked outside the dream Buildin' this FUBU foundation from a one-man team. This ain't a whip, it's a mobile command post This ain't a ride, it's the hustle that I host My Hoopty Boutique, stock on the floor Slide open the side door, this is the first store This ain't a van, this a vessel for the vision This ain't rust, it's the color of the mission My Hoopty Boutique, from Queens to the shore The engine of the empire, always askin' for more. From a dollar ride... to a billion-dollar ride. Just gotta see the road, you know? Just gotta keep drivin'.