He lost a civil suit over Trump University and lost when he sued Mahre and others.

My dear, Santos. That's what Trump does. It's what Putin lives for.
To help unfortunate folks like yourself.
Poor souls with no one else to turn to.
I admit that in the past lies have been nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, SATAN prince of lies
But you'll find that nowadays
I've mended all my ways
Repented, seen the light, and made a switch
Got it? Yes.
And I, fortunately, know a little magic
It's a talent that I always have possessed
And dear George, please don't laugh
I use it on behalf
Of the miserable, the lonely, and pathetic
unfortunate souls
In pain, in need
This one longing to appear richer
That one wants to get the girl
And do I help them?
Yes, indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They come flocking to my dungeon
Crying, "Spells, Satan, please!"
And I help them!
Yes I do
Now it's happened once or twice
Someone couldn't pay the price
And I'm afraid I had to rake 'em 'cross the coals
Yes I've had the odd complaint
But on the whole I've been a saint
To those poor unfortunate souls
Have we got a deal?
If I become truthful, I'll never be with my father or sisters again.
But you'll have your man, heh heh. Life's full of tough choices, isn't it? Heh heh.
Oh, and there is one more thing.
We haven't discussed the subject of payment.
But I don't have-
I'm not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!
What I want from you is - your reputation.
And after all dear, what is embellished babble for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with honesty
Even voters avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a man who lies all he can
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
Go ahead!
Make your choice!
I'm a very busy devi and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much
Just your life
You poor unfortunate soul
It's sad but true
If you want to win a seat among others of deceit
You've got the pay the toll
Take your arm and go ahead, reach
And go ahead and sign the scroll
AHHH
The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul
Come winds of the Caspian Sea
Now, LIE!
Aah... lie beyond compare!
Keep LIEING!
Because soon you'll be crying
cause the ehics committee
sees your nitty gritty
You are under investigation.
for your imagination.