Music Video

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

Lyrics

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, 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 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 You always come to the parties (oh-oh-ah) To pluck the feathers off all the birds (ah-ah) You always come to the parties (ride, ride) On your knees I will not beg you, please 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, 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 With your Louis V bag, tats on ya 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 You always come to the parties (oh-whoa) To pluck the feathers off all the birds You always come to the parties On your knees I will not beg you, please I will not- Ride with it, ride with it I know you know, I know you wanna 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), lie with it (lie) I know you know, I know you wanna (wanna, wanna, wanna) Oh-oh-ah (oh-oh-ah), oh-oh-aah (whoa-ooh) I got you, girl, oh, I got you, girl (Aah, aah) ooh-ooh (aah, aah) Oh, I got it, girl, oh, I got it girl (aah, aah) (Aah, aah) I think I'm fucking gone, rolling on this floor (aah, aah) Messing up your carpet, I'll get on it after four more (aah, aah) Sessions of the strong on your floor (aah, aah) Should've fucking rolled, but I fucking pulled Feeling like a million bucks before I walked through this door when I walked through your door Can't believe I made it but I made it that's for sure For sure, your lovin' I need more, I need yours She ain't looking for that unconditional What the fuck these bitches on? They want what I'm sitting on They don't want my love, they just want my potential Fuck it, I'll be sipping on this, baby, living 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, oh, you (aah, aah) You, oh, you (aah, aah) 'Cause I got it, girl, oh, I got it, girl (aah, aah) With me, with me (aah) Whoa, you, oh, you (aah, aah) Whoa, you, oh, you (aah, aah) Oh, I got it, girl, oh, I got it, girl (aah, aah) With me, with me (aah, aah) I, I got a brand new girl, call her Rudolph She'll probably O.D. before I show her to momma All these girls tryna tell me she got no love But all these girls never ever got her blowjob Ringtone on silent And if she stops, then I might get violent No call is worth stopping So, momma please stop calling We can play all night It just takes one night To let me fucking prove This feeling I would give to You, oh, you (aah, aah) You, whoa, you (aah, aah) Whoa, I got it, girl, yea, I got it, girl (aah, aah) With me, with me (aah) With me, whoa, you (aah, aah) Oh, you, oh, you (aah, aah) Oh, I got it, girl, yea, I got it, girl (aah, aah) With me, with me (aah, aah) Aah, oh-whoa Aah, oh-oh-oh Oh, I got it, girl
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Jeremy Rose, Alex Kristian Scally, Victoria Garance Alixe Legrand, Marcel Rainer Millar Blanchaer Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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