Music Video

The Weeknd - The Party & The After Party
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Vocals
Jeremy Rose
Jeremy Rose
Musician
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Songwriter
Victoria Legrand
Victoria Legrand
Songwriter
Alex Scally
Alex Scally
Songwriter
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Abel Makkonen Tesfaye
Songwriter
Jeremy Rose
Jeremy Rose
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Weeknd
The Weeknd
Producer
Zodiac
Zodiac
Producer
Matthew Acton
Matthew Acton
Assistant Recording Engineer
Martin McKinney
Martin McKinney
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Rose
Jeremy Rose
Producer
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Rainer Millar Blanchaer
Producer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I understand
Your body wants it
I know your thoughts
Oh, you 'bout it, 'bout it
You're a big girl
And it's your world
And I'ma let you do it how you wanna, girl, I'll ride with it
[PreChorus]
Ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna ride with it
Don't be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
[Chorus]
With your Louis V Bag, tats on your arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
But I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink, baby, don't you fall
Be there in a minute, baby, just one call
You don't gotta ask me
[Chorus]
You always go to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always go to the parties
On your knees
I would not beg you, please
[Verse 2]
Girl
Pick up them shoes, I'll race your ass up all them stairs
Just grab a room, I swear no one will interfere
Girl, bring your friends if you want, we can share
Or we can keep it simple, baby, we can just ride with it
[PreChorus]
Ride with it
I know you know, I know you wanna
With it
Don't be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
[Chorus]
With your Louis V Bag, tats on your arms
High heel shoes make you six feet tall
Everybody wants you, you can have them all
I got what you need
Girl, I got your bag, I got it all
Hold your drink, baby, don't you fall
Be there in a minute, baby, just one call
You don't gotta ask me
[Chorus]
You always go to the parties
To pluck the feathers off all the birds
You always go to the parties
On your knees
I would not beg you, please
I would not, I would not, I would not
[PreChorus]
Ride with it
Ride with it
I know you know, I know you want a line with it
Don't be shy with it
I'll supply with it
I got you, girl, oh, I got it, girl
Don't you lie with it, lie with (Lie, lie)
I know you know, I know you wanna (Wanna, wanna, wanna)
[Bridge]
Ooh-ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh-oh
I got you, girl
Oh, I got you, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
Oh, I got it, girl
[Verse 3]
I think I'm fucking gone
Rolling on this floor
Messing up your carpet, I'll get on it after four
More sessions of this 'Tron on your floor
Shoud've fucking pulled
But I fucking rolled
Feeling like a million bucks before
I walk through this door
When I walked through your door
Can't believe I made it, but I made it, that's for sure
[Verse 4]
For sure
Loving, I need more, I need yours
She ain't looking for that unconditional, what the fuck these bitches on?
They want what I'm sittin' on
They don't want my love
They just want my potential
Fuck it up, sippin' on this
Baby, livin' off bliss, got me drowning in your love
Got me drowning in the mist
Gimme right attention or I'll start drowning from my wrist
Baby, if you knew
The feeling I would give to you
[Chorus]
Oh, you
You, oh, you
'Cause I got it, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With me, with me
Whoa-oh, you, oh, you
Whoa-oh, you, oh, you
Oh, I got it, girl, oh, I got it, girl
With me, with me
[Verse 5]
I, I got a brand new girl, call her Rudolph
She'll probably OD before I show her to Mama
All these girls tryna tell me she got no love
And all these girls never, ever got a blowjob
[Verse 6]
Ringtone on silent
And if she stops, then I might get violent
No call's worth stopping
So, Mama, please stop calling
And we can play all night
It just takes one night
To let me fucking prove
This feeling I would give to you
[Outro]
Oh, you, you
Oh, you, oh, I got it, girl, yeah, I got it, girl
With me, with me
With you, oh, you
Oh, you, oh, you
Oh, I got it, girl, yeah, I got it, girl
With me, with me
Oh, I got it, girl
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Alex Scally, Jeremy Rose, Rainer Millar Blanchaer, The Weeknd, Victoria Legrand
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