[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Curren$y]
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (N***as got shows to get to and shit)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (No time)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (For fuckin' around)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house? (It's the planes and the Taylor Gang)
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
Dash digital, situation critical
Hate to make it so blatant, baby, but I ain't playin'
Maybe you got me confused with one of them other dudes
I ain't none of them, under they breath mumblin'
Scared to tell them hoes what it is
You put yourself in that position
Outchea with all that baller fishin'
You fucked around and you caught a shark
Cold heart, tear your feelings apart
I'm more focused on getting my rims powder-coated
One of the dopest, I'm schedule one, you just ibuprofen
What is you smokin'? Them bogus growers, they got you chokin'
The options open, you can hide with them suckers
Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucker, yeah
[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa]
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Uh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Straight stuntin', sucker n***as, I take from 'em
They bitches that is, get up in the car with Wiz
They know they gon' bake somethin', ain't frontin'
Smoke it all, the eighth onion
Get it twisted 'cause you see me on your computer screen
Thinkin' 'cause you got wireless you get as high as us
Bitches leavin' they lame n***as to ride with us
Planes over everything, in the fly, we trust
Just by the smell, it's obvious
That my connect come from Cali
I'm good long as the money pilin' up
All the while, I'm just quick-lane pimpin', big jane twistin'
Walkin' how I talk it, bitch, that's Pittsburgh pimpin'

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T. & Wiz Khalifa]
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Bitch)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Big K.R.I.T.]
Now, I was candy coated, bendin' corners, fifth, fifth wheelin'
Made a killin' with the bumper grill and chandelier ceilin'
Plush linen, is you fuckin'? Is you suckin'? I was wonderin'
'Cause if not, don't be pushin' on my buttons in my Cutlass unless you cuttin'
Bitch, I'm just sayin'
I ain't trickin', it's a reason that this porno flick playin'
Trunk shakin', knockin' pictures off the wall, Southern matin' call
808 mean no drawers, you got friends, I fuck 'em all
What you mean, you ain't nasty? Why the fuck you came?
Just imagine what you got to do to get up in my plane
Mississippi pimp, mouthpiece frigid
Dolomite, out of sight
Sure you right, can you dig it, shawty?

[Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.]
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Yeah, Young Krizzle)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (Hey, hey, this glass house, shawty)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house? (Sip-matic with it, bitch)
If you ain't suckin' or fuckin', get your ass out (What's happenin'?)
Don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass— (I'm up top, ayy, ayy)
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass—
Don't-don't you wanna rest that ass in this glass house?