Lyrics Zac Brown Band

Zac Brown Band

God Given

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

Suspender legs stretch to heaven

From the miracle shoes

Amazin', playin' to win with the way that you walk

Aw, 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 a 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 into my car

(Ah woo ooh)

They think that they hot

But they want what you got, baby, yeah

(Ah woo 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)

What you got is God-given

(Ah woo ooh)

They think that they hot

But they not

(Ha)

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

'Cause, damn, girl, what you got is God-given

'Cause, damn, girl, what you got is God-given