Curren$y - Supply & Demand [New Song]

Posted by , May 24, 2016 at 07:51pm
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Curren$y shares some more new music.

Curren$y doesn't let his fans go too long without a fix, and after announcing The Legend Of Harvard Blue, his sixth mixtape of 2016, he's returned with a new track from the project. This one is produced by YoungStarr, keeping up a creeping, paranoid vibe as Curren$y stays deep in the pocket, sharing tales of cruising around rocking country club attire, with enough gold to be caught drinking Arnold Palmer on the gold course. Once again, Spitta's imagery game is second to none, and while he's currently on a North American tour, he seems to drop that new project any day now. Stay tuned for it.

Quotable Lyrics:
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults

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Supply & Demand

Editor Rating:VERY HOTTTTT
User  Rating:
very hottttt
94% (132)
Rate it!
audience rating
116 VERY HOTTTTT
6 HOTTTTT
6 MEH
1 NOT FEELING IT
3 MAKE IT STOP
User Rating:
94% (132)

Curren$y shares some more new music.


Curren$y doesn't let his fans go too long without a fix, and after announcing The Legend Of Harvard Blue, his sixth mixtape of 2016, he's returned with a new track from the project. This one is produced by YoungStarr, keeping up a creeping, paranoid vibe as Curren$y stays deep in the pocket, sharing tales of cruising around rocking country club attire, with enough gold to be caught drinking Arnold Palmer on the gold course. Once again, Spitta's imagery game is second to none, and while he's currently on a North American tour, he seems to drop that new project any day now. Stay tuned for it.

Quotable Lyrics:
Hopped out in country-club attire, rockin' all my gold
Like I might drink an Arnold Palmer and golf eighteen holes
Pick up a tennis racket, my bitch got the bracelet to match it
See, we forever mashin' when the cash is involved
We grab it and stash it, let it stack up in them vaults

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