NY Lotto, Win 4, Take 5 winning numbers for Saturday, June 7
Cash4Life is a multi-state lottery game available in 10 states. The top prize is $1,000 a day for life or a one-time lump sum of $7,000,000. The winning numbers are drawn at 9 p.m. EST daily and we have the results below.
New York Win 4, Take 5, and Numbers are drawn twice a day at 2:30 p.m. and 10:30 p.m. New York Lotto is drawn on Wednesday and Saturday.
02-06-30-34-35-37, Bonus: 28
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Midday: 2-7-8-2
Evening: 4-0-9-3
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Midday: 14-15-27-31-39
Evening: 04-14-22-32-37
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Midday: 8-0-2
Evening: 2-9-9
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06-37-41-47-58, Cash Ball: 01
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03-04-07-08-09-11-17-18-28-29-35-38-39-48-56-64-68-73-77-80
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Cash4Life is drawn daily.
In New York, in-store and online ticket sales are available until 8:45 p.m. daily. Cash4Life costs $2 to play.
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Odds
5 numbers + Cash Ball
$1,000/day for life
1 in 21,846,048
5 numbers
$1,000/week for life
1 in 7,282,016
4 numbers + Cash Ball
$2,500
1 in 79,440
4 numbers
$500
1 in 26,480
3 numbers + Cash Ball
$100
1 in 1,471
3 numbers
$25
1 in 490
2 numbers + Cash Ball
$10
1 in 83
2 numbers
$4
1 in 28
1 number + Cash Ball
$2
1 in 13
The odds of winning a prize in Cash4Life is 1 in 7.76.
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