Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Todrick Hall
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Todrick Hall
Songwriter
Carl Seante Mcgrier
Songwriter
Jean Yves Ducornet
Songwriter
Jeeve Ducornet
Songwriter
Kofi Owusu-Ofori
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todrick Hall
Producer
Wiidope
Producer
Jeeve
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I need to see your (Hey), I need to see your hands up
I need to see your (Hey), I need to see you get low
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
Low-wee-oh (Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em)
I need to see your
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
I need to see your hands up
Low-wee-oh (Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em)
I need to see your
[Verse 2]
She had just dropped in, dropped in from Kansas
Big eyes, big thighs with a smokin' canvas
Well, she ain't fly in on a bubble but
Waist thin, she a 10 with a bubble butt
She was all of that, so I hooked her up
With a rhinestone red bottom ruby pump
She can whip that thang like a cyclone
Hope you go slow motion on your iPhone
If you got cake, cake, cake for the gods
You can take, take, take it to Oz
But on the way, she found a gay
She said show me what you working with
He said hey
Click, click, click them heels for me
Make it rain them emerald bills for me
DJ, don't stop me
Let me pop that thing like a poppy
[Verse 3]
Ooh baby, I wanna, I wanna dance dance
All night
And I wanna, I wanna get, get my life
And I'm gonna, I'm gonna get lost in the lights
Turn up, I'm the wizard, I pronounce you to
Like somebody dropped a mother **** house on you
[Verse 4]
Get low
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
I need to see your, I need to see your hands up
I need to see your
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
[Verse 5]
Uh, it's going down, timber
Never seen a tinman on Tinder
But he had that sex appeal
Swipe right 'cause I knew he had buns of steel
So we hit that yellow brick boulevard
Through a jungle party, they was goin' hard
Elephants twerkin', monkeys that fly
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Had to run there's no place like mi casa
Met the king of the jungle looking like Mufasa
He said, ooh girl, my booty fat
He turned around and said clap, clap, clap
He had cake, cake galore
When he shake like that make a kitty cat roar
You can look, but no touchin'
Now everybody get low like a munchkin
[Verse 6]
Oh baby, I wanna, I wanna dance dance
All night
And I wanna, I wanna get, get my life
And I'm gonna, I'm gonna get lost in the lights
Turn upside down like an hourglass
Like somebody made it rain tryin' to melt that ass
[Verse 7]
Get low
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
Low-wee-oh
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
I need to see your
I need to see your hands up
I need to see your
I need to see your hands up
[Verse 8]
Y'all know what time it is
You better get up off that wall
Is the bus still running
Todrick where the monkeys at
What you gonna do when the house go boom?
Hey, you better give me some elbow room
I slay the runway, hey
Now bend over like you're on your broom
Is you a good witch or just a bad bitch?
You ain't in Kansas, come on now, let me see you get, you get
[Verse 9]
Get low
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
Low-wee-oh
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
I need to see your
I need to see your hands up
I need to see your
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
Low-wee-oh
Dance the house down, the house down, sick 'em
Low-wee-oh (Dance), low-oh (Hey)
I need see your
I need to see your hands up
I need to see your
I need to see you get low
Written by: Carl Seante Mcgrier, Jean Yves Ducornet, Jeeve Ducornet, Kofi Owusu-Ofori, RuPaul Charles, Todrick Hall