He spent it at Tiffany’s
And private jets flying over the seas,
Now he needs money (what he ain’t got),
That he ain’t’ got (bucks he ain’t got),
Greenbacks—that’s “not.”

Those baubles give him a thrill,
Now got trouble payin’ his bills,
So he needs money (what he ain’t got),
That he ain’t’ got (fins he ain’t got),
Dollars—that’s “not.”

Money don’t get everything, it’s true,
But he needs to pay his crews,
But they’re all running (he pays them not),
He pays them not (his purse is shot),
Gone like a shot.

Money isn’t likely to accrue. . .
Donors see you got loose screws.
He’s bleeding money (bleeding won’t stop),
Can’t stanch, won’t stop.

He’s out of the money,
He ain’t got money,
He blew it at Tiffany,
There spent all the money,

He’s got no money,
He blew the money,
He went on a spending spree,
And blew all the money.
Ain’t got a shot.