Teledysk

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chris Fryar
Chris Fryar
Drums
Clay Cook
Clay Cook
Background Vocals
Coy Bowles
Coy Bowles
Electric Guitar
Daniel De Los Reyes
Daniel De Los Reyes
Percussion
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Background Vocals
Jimmy De Martini
Jimmy De Martini
Violin
Matt Mangano
Matt Mangano
Electric Bass Guitar
Johan Carlsson
Johan Carlsson
Programming
Colette Carlsson
Colette Carlsson
Background Vocals
Doris Sandberg
Doris Sandberg
Background Vocals
Michael Engstrom
Michael Engstrom
Bass Guitar
Tove Lo
Tove Lo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Zac Brown
Zac Brown
Songwriter
Johan Carlsson
Johan Carlsson
Songwriter
Peter Svensson
Peter Svensson
Songwriter
Savan Kotecha
Savan Kotecha
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Driskell Hopkins
John Driskell Hopkins
Engineer
Dan Davis
Dan Davis
Assistant Engineer
Evan Wilber
Evan Wilber
Assistant Engineer
Johan Carlsson
Johan Carlsson
Producer
Preston Tate White
Preston Tate White
Assistant Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
John Hanes
John Hanes
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer
Max Martin
Max Martin
Producer
Cory Bice
Cory Bice
Engineer
Sam Holland
Sam Holland
Engineer

Tekst Utworu

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
Writer(s): Savan Kotecha, Zachry Brown, Jens Carlsson, Anders Svensson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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