"A true Jedi needs not conventional things." That's about all Tony can get out before he finds himself faceplanted in what would be the equivalent to heaven at this particular juncture in his life time. One arm flails, but only to get to his wallet and then its hurled (with some bit of aim) at the cab driver in the front.
His address and the money are both in there. The cab driver knows what to do. Tony's busy.