"I've got a better idea," the lapine genie announces. "Since you're bent on cheating games of chance, it would be more appropriate to simply wish for your own good luck, rather than trying out some.. hare-brained.. scheme." He chuckles. "That is, unless you want to take some heavy risks."
The genie makes a good point and it may not be wise to try to use him in a casino to beat the odds. That's a sure-fire way to get caught and dragged into a little room under the casino whereupon some grilling and the possible discover of your secret may occur. Then you'd be out both the cash and the chance for any extra wishing. "All right, genie. Since you put it that way, I wish I had your luck."
With a grin, the lapine genie nods. "I was hoping you'd say something like that, pal." He snaps his fingers and smirks. "Done."
"Was that it?" You ask, looking around and then down, whereupon an involuntary shriek looses itself from your lips. It seems that you got his luck, all right, in the form of a pair of enormous rabbit footpaws. At least he did you the favor of relocating your sneakers before they disintegrated under the strain.