Glass House - Wiz Khalifa, Big K.R.I.T., Curren$y

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t, don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin' than get yo ass out

Dash digital situation critical

Hate to make it so blatant baby

But I ain’t playing

Maybe you got me confused

With one of them other dudes

I ain’t none of them

Under they breath mumbling

Scared to tell them hoes what it is

You put yourself in that position

Out-chea with all that baller fishing

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 smoking?

Them bogus growers, they got you choking

The options open, you can hide with them suckas

Or ride low and get higher than a motherfucka!

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t, don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin' than get yo ass out

Straight stunting, sucka niggas I take from them

They bitches that is, get up in the car with wiz

They know they gonna bake something, ain’t frontin'

Smoking it all, the eighth onion

Get it twisted because you see me on your computer screen

Thinking because you got wireless you get as high as us

Bitches leaving they lame niggas 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 piling up

All the while I’m just quick lane pimping

Big jane twisting

Walking how I talk it bitch that’s Pittsburgh pimping

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t, don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin' than get yo ass out

Now I was candy-coated, bendin corners

5th, 5th wheelin' made a killin' with the bumper grill nd' chandelier cellin',

plush linen

Is you fucking, is you sucking

I was wondering cuz if not

Don’t be pushing on my buttons in my Cutlass

Unless you cuttin'

Bitch, I’m just saying

I ain’t tricking is the reason that this porno flick playing

Trunk shaking knocking pictures off the wall

Southern mating call, 808 mean no draws

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 mouth piece frigid

Dolomite out of sight

Show you right, can you dig it, shawty?

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t, don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

Don’t you wanna rest that ass in this glass house

If you ain’t suckin' or fuckin' than get yo ass out