God Given Zac Brown Band

[Chorus]
Gucci bag, stacks on stacks
Diamonds fill up the champagne glass
Veyron whip, G5 high
You have class that they just can't buy

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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