Lyrics:

The two southern artists team up as T.I. talks about his life growing up over a classic Pharrell beat.
Paperwork
Don't do no business until you check his (Paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (Paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork)
Huh, ATL, Westside
That's the only home I know
In eighty-five, me and Uncle Quint used to ride 'round in the big Bronco
Took me up to Charles' Disco, daytime
Set me down at the bar where I drank Shirley Temple
'Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car
'What you wanna be,' he asked, 'When you grow up big head?'
'I just wanna be like you, ridin' 'round town gettin' bread'
We shared a couple laughs, couple summer pass
Uncle Quint ain't nowhere to be found
Later we learn that someone ratted him out
For that reason, ten years he won't be around
Paperwork
Don't do no business until you check his (Paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (Paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork)

Picture me in ninety-three
I'm the only man I see
Fresh up off the porch
Lookin' for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
Introduce me to the crack game
Rap game was the furthest from my mind
Had a notebook full of rhymes
And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
Time on my side, lil' four-five in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir
Welfare, food stamps, section eight
Me and Ma lived in the trap
I said, 'Fuck school, it's holdin' me back
I want a bankroll, chasin' after that'
Paperwork
Don't do no business until you check his (Paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (Paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork)

Huh, look at me at seventeen livin' on my own
Peddling quarter ki', now and then sellin' weed
Totin' tools, caught my first felony
That's one of many that were to follow
Drinkin' Henny up out the bottle
Tote a chopper, I think I'm bein' followed
Family don't think I'll live to see tomorrow
Plenty have a story like mine
Know many of you had a lil' nine
Know many of you did a lil' dirt
Too many of us did a lil' time
Wake up, ten years of your life passed
When you get your cake up
Don't it seem a lil' odd when the Feds on your ass passin' out–

Paperwork
Don't do no business until you check his (Paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (Paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork)

If you think that you high, baby, look above you
It's drones in the sky, there's nothing you could do
So left, two, three, snap
Right, two, three, snap
Don't get serious now, it's too late for that
'Cause they got–
Time on my side, lil' four-five in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams
Yessir
Paperwork
Don't do no business until you check his (Paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this (Paperwork)
Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork)