Released: August 1, 1996
Featuring: The Notorious B.I.G.
Songwriter: The Notorious B.I.G. Lil’ Kim
Producer: Stretch Armstrong
[Intro: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Got it going on, what, what?
Uh, what, what?
They got it going on, what, what?
Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
Off springs to clenches (Woo)
Me, I suspensions
Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
Yes, yes, what? (What?)
The T.V.'s in the Range, half a milli' in the game
Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up
Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle 'til I throw up
No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
Back to Pontiacs and '86 Acs, Cadillacs
The '68's quick to tag plates, i'm straight
Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That's right)
You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
See, my name's on your lease with your bank figures
'Cause I'm much more advanced than them average gold diggers
Yeah, it figures; you're talking 'bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
Man, bitches be lying too
I push the ki's, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes
From New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
While you daydream and whine
I just keep gettin' mine (Gettin' mine)
And I'm, married to this (Woo)
Y'all strategy lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
Mafioso threatens all the bullshit
Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?)
That's why I got mad love for my real bitches
Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
All up in that ass, digging in your stash
Niggas think they gon' get some ass
No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie
Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn't shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn't compare
If you can't wed it (What?), forget it, don't sweat it (What?)
I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
You can't stop a bitch from ballin' (Ballin')
Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin'
Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh
Got it going on, what, what?
Uh, what, what?
They got it going on, what, what?
Yeah, uh, what, what? (Uh)
[Verse 1: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I'm momma, Miss Ivana
Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana
You're 9-0, my guns is Valentino
MAC wavin', "Queen Bitch" engraved in (What?)
And my peeps, it increased then ceased
Then sink slow, flows incredible, video
Peep the little petite, stand about 5 feet 0 inches (What?)
Off springs to clenches (Woo)
Me, I suspensions
Quick to bring your body agony like pinches
Yes, yes, what? (What?)
The T.V.'s in the Range, half a milli' in the game
Nigga, we too dutty for that, bring your ass on back
Matter fact, stay where you at, you might fuck my frow up
Fuck my flow up (Woo), hustle 'til I throw up
No more, high beam slums, and iced out baguettes
Back to Pontiacs and '86 Acs, Cadillacs
The '68's quick to tag plates, i'm straight
Stay great, the diamonds and pearls
Forever always, the million dollar girl (Uh)
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something
[Verse 2: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
I got no time for fake niggas (Uh, what? That's right)
You drink a little wine, but you shake, nigga
See, my name's on your lease with your bank figures
'Cause I'm much more advanced than them average gold diggers
Yeah, it figures; you're talking 'bout me, so what about you? (Uh)
Man, bitches be lying too
I push the ki's, GS3s, the papes (Woo)
Yeah, I ride crate state to state, lieutenant takes mad dimes
From New York to Anaheim (Uh, uh-huh)
While you daydream and whine
I just keep gettin' mine (Gettin' mine)
And I'm, married to this (Woo)
Y'all strategy lists and still planning weddings (Uh)
Mafioso threatens all the bullshit
Any type of threat, ends to pull shit (What?)
That's why I got mad love for my real bitches
Kisses and hugs, yo, one love to my thug niggas (Uh-huh)
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh
[Verse 3: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Right back at ya, you know the one Cleopatra
All up in that ass, digging in your stash
Niggas think they gon' get some ass
No money money, no licky-licky (Uh)
Fuck your dicky-dicky and your quickie
Gimme your loot, your MAC-11 didn't shoot
Your game ain't sweet, John Paul Pete shouldn't compare
If you can't wed it (What?), forget it, don't sweat it (What?)
I bet it, make it come smooth if you let it
You can't stop a bitch from ballin' (Ballin')
Haha, the lala, the drop-off, they be callin'
Uh, Cease-A-Leo, uh
[Chorus: Lil' Kim & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something, uh
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