Noah Catala, Daphne Rubin-Vega, Stephanie Beatriz, Anthony Ramos, Gregory Diaz, Corey Hawkins, Dascha Polanco and Melissa Barrera - 96,000

Ninety-six thousand!
Damn!
Ninety-six thousand!
Dollars? Holler!
Ninety-six thousand!
That's a lotta spray cans
Ninety-six thousand!

Yo
If I won the lotto tomorrow
Well, I know I wouldn't bother goin' on no spendin' spree
I pick a business school and pay the entrance fee
And maybe if you're lucky, you'll stay friends with me
I'll be a businessman, richer than Nina's daddy
Tiger Woods and I on the links, and he's my caddy
My money's makin' money, I'm goin' from po' to mo' dough
Keep the bling, I want the brass ring, like Frodo!

Oh no, here goes Mr Braggadocio
Next thing you know, you're lying like Pinocchio
Yo, if you're scared of the bull, stay out the rodeo!
Yo, I got more flows than Obi-Wan Kenobio

Ooh, you better stop rappin', you not ready
It's gonna get hot and heavy
And you already sweaty

Yo-yo-yo!

Yo, yo! I'm sorry was that an answer?
Shut up, go home and pull ya damn pants up! (Oh)
As for you, Mr Frodo of the Shire (What?)
Ninety-six G's ain't enough to retire
Oh come on, I have enough to knock your ass off its axis!
You'll have a knapsack full of jack after taxes

Ninety-six thousand!
¡Ay, alabanza!
Ninety-six thousand!
¡No me diga!
Ninety-six thousand!
I never win shit!
Ninety-six thousand!

For real, though
Imagine how it would feel goin' real slow
Down the highway of life with no regrets
And no breakin' your neck for respect or a paycheck
For real, though
I'll take a break from the wheel and we'll throw
The biggest block party, everybody here
A weekend where we can breathe, take it easy

Yo! Ma, it's me, check my tickets!

Check one two three
What would you do with ninety-six G's (Who me?)
I mean if it's just between you and me
Esa pregunta es tricky
I know!

With ninety-six G's
I'd start my life with a brand new lease
Atlantic City with a Malibu Breeze
And a brand new weave!
Or maybe just bleach
Y'all are freaks

Yo, I'm just sayin'

It's silly when we get into these crazy hypotheticals
You really want some bread?
Then go ahead create a set of goals
And cross them off the list as you pursue 'em
And with those ninety-six
I know precisely what I'm doin'

What'chu doin'?

What'm I doin? What'm I doin?
It takes half of that cash
Just to save my ass from financial ruin
Sonny can keep the coffee brewin'
I'll spend a few on you
'Cause the only room with a view
Is a room with you in it
And I could give Abuela Claudia the rest of it
Just fly me down to Puerto Plata
I'll make the best of it!
You really love this business? (No!)
Tough, Merry Christmas
You're now the youngest tycoon in Washington Hiznits!

Yo! With ninety-six thousand, I'd finally fix housin'
Give the barrio computers and wireless web browsin'
Your kids are livin' without a good edjumication
Change the station, teach 'em about gentrification
The rent is escalatin' (what?!)
The rich are penetratin' (what?!)
We pay our corporations
When we should be demonstratin' (what?!)
What about immigration? (what?!)
Politicians be hatin' (what?!)
Racism in this nation's gone from latent to blatant (oh!)
I'll cash my ticket and picket, invest in protest
Never lose my focus till the city takes notice
And you know this man! I'll never sleep
Because the ghetto has a million promises for me to keep!
(Oh!)

You're so cute

I was just thinking off the top of my head

Ninety-six K
Go

If I win the lottery, you'll never see me again
Damn, we only jokin', stay broke then
I'll be downtown
Get a nice studio
Get out of the barrio
(For real, though) If I win the lottery
(Imagine how it would feel goin' real slow)
(Down the highway of life with no regrets)
You'll wonder where I've been
(And no breakin' your neck for respect or a paycheck)

I'll be downtown
See you around!
Once I win the lottery
You won't see a lot of me!
I'll be downtown
See you around!

Around!

Who-oaa!
Who-oaa!
Who-oaa! (I'll be downtown)
Who-oaa!

Who-oaa! (we can pay all the debts we owe)
Who-oaa! (we can tell everyone we know)
Who-oaa! (I could get on a plane and go)
Who-oaa! (we'd be swimming in dough, yo)
Who-oaa! (no tip toein')
(We'll get the dough an')
(Once we get goin')
(We're never gonna)

Stop tip-toein'
We'll get the dough an'
Once we get goin'
We're never gonna

Ninety-six thousand (whoa!)
No more tip-toein' (whoa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)
We'll get the dough an'
Ninety-six thousand (whoa!)
Once we get goin' (whoa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)
Let the world know it (whoa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)
Ninety-six thousand (who-oaa!)

Ninety-six thousand
We'll get the dough 'n'
Once we get goin'
We're never gonna stop!

Written by:
Lin-Manuel Miranda

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