Lyrics

[Intro] That's all I got Lemonade is a dollar That's all I got. Make it work, I'm thirsty Lemonade is a dollar I ain't got no dollar It's hot as hell out here man, just hook me up All the money I spend up in this place? This some ol' bullsh** Lemonade....is.....a......dollar (dollar, dollar, dollar) Chea, chea, ch-chea (I'm back again, I'm back again) What up world? (what's going on?) This boy's comin' outta Brooklyn right now Astronomical Kid, yeah Yeah, yeah, y-yeah (what else y'all know me as, man?) Y'all know me as Coolest Kid Out (what else?) Or Suave But, I'mma rap slow for y'all today Check it out though, uh, look, uh [Verse 1:] I don't expire, I inspire Third degree burnt flow, I'm on fire It's like I'm advertisin', 'chea, I'm way flyer Than them cats who jock my entire attire In this game I'm a dad Terry Crews said "that's a billion dollars worth of swag" And everybody love it, so what you gon' do? I can't complain 'bout life, I ain't you, chea Look closely and see I put in work Homie, I got more lines than a plaid shirt Money come and put a smile up on my face Make cheese like a milk expiration date Expressions on a hater face look mean When I come around they leave eyes, like the jeans So I'ma call 'em 501's from now on Stay lo like po, I ain't talkin' Ralph Lauren I put my little 'chea' so the track sound official I'm the coolest kid out, C.K.O. is my initial See K.O. all of you rappers who stay tryna take my shine You woulda thought I was a skateboarder by how I'm on the grind Man, this money on my mind, I can't stop thinkin' 'bout them dollars And I keep them fans bouncing like drolics under the 'Pala Make it hotter till' they holler On they neck, I'm like a collar No detective, got no problems If there is then I will solve 'em But I'm finna let y'all go, I just stopped to say hello, yeah If you didn't know, then my name is Astro, yeah Mixtape three, uh Beast on the beats But I'ma walk up out this booth, I'm on my way to the streets, uh