Where's the Money?

I may be running out of time, I need the money now, I want that one last treat, Oh, wouldn't that be sweet? So give me the money now, I don't care from where, or how, Stacks of tens, and twenties too, Fifties and hundreds will surely do, Put them in my wheelbarrow there, Cause you know I'd always share, If you were in my shoes, it's true, For I always give the Devil his due, Don't try tricking me with Monopoly money, Cause you know I'd catch on, my honey... You can keep the coins, the change, For my generosity is most strange, To reward you for your shifty ways, And spend with you my last days...