God Given Songtext
von Zac Brown Band
God Given Songtext
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
Now let's start at the bottom, strong, comin′ in twos
Then the legs stretched to heaven from the miracle shoes
Amazing, playin' to win with the way that you walk
All stone-cold woman, glidin' through like a boss
Let′s go, shit
To the middle, it′s the way your hips ride the little dimples
It's the small of your back, it′s a fantasy land, damn
Gotta understand you make me feel like man
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can't buy
′Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
I don′t know if you notice that you're as fine as you are
I don't understand how you keep raisin′ the bar
You know everybody wants to know who you are
I can′t, I can't wait to get you into my car
Ooh, they think that they hot but they want what you got, baby, yeah
Ooh, they think that they hot, but they not
When you′re comin' out
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
′Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
What you got (What you got)
What you got is God given
Tell me, what you got (What you got, come on)
What you got is God given
Ooh, they think that they hot, but they not (Hot)
When you're comin' out
Gucci bag (Oh), stacks on stacks (Come on)
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
′Cause damn, girl (Come on), what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
′Cause damn, girl (Damn), what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
Now let's start at the bottom, strong, comin′ in twos
Then the legs stretched to heaven from the miracle shoes
Amazing, playin' to win with the way that you walk
All stone-cold woman, glidin' through like a boss
Let′s go, shit
To the middle, it′s the way your hips ride the little dimples
It's the small of your back, it′s a fantasy land, damn
Gotta understand you make me feel like man
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can't buy
′Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
I don′t know if you notice that you're as fine as you are
I don't understand how you keep raisin′ the bar
You know everybody wants to know who you are
I can′t, I can't wait to get you into my car
Ooh, they think that they hot but they want what you got, baby, yeah
Ooh, they think that they hot, but they not
When you′re comin' out
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
′Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
What you got (What you got)
What you got is God given
Tell me, what you got (What you got, come on)
What you got is God given
Ooh, they think that they hot, but they not (Hot)
When you're comin' out
Gucci bag (Oh), stacks on stacks (Come on)
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can′t buy
′Cause damn, girl (Come on), what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
′Cause damn, girl (Damn), what you got is God given
'Cause damn, girl, what you got is God given
Writer(s): Olivia Rudeen, Frank Maroney Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com