No Option
Post Malone Lyrics


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Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Everybody asking, "Post, when is the album droppin'?"
Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah
Ooh, swingin' in a four door, now they takin' photos
Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
Say she been to every show, yeah, even on the road
And she always be in front row, ooh yeah
Everything that I worked for, waited so long to get on
The Caddy just sits on the chrome
I swing through on dubs on the four

Baby, wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
Little mama, she just wanna go fast (go fast)
You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (free pass)
So I told her, "Ass, gas or grass"
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm ridin'
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

Ho, I'm so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'
Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'
Don't wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah

Now she hoppin' in a old school
Swimmin' in the car pool, everything is all cool, ooh
And she told me not to tell 'bout the rumors that I heard
She said everything was all true, yeah

Baby, wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
Little mama, she just wanna go fast (go fast)
You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (free pass)
So I told her, "Ass, gas or grass"
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm ridin'
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah

Just me and lil' mama, yeah
Ridin' around LA
Just me and lil' mama, yeah
We own the city, yeah

Baby, wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
Little mama, she just wanna go fast (go fast)
You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (free pass)
So I told her, "Ass, gas or grass"
Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
Gotta have perfect timing when I'm ridin'
Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
Ooh, ooh

So come hop in that, ooh
What do you wanna do?




Put that dime in my coupe
With that gold on my tooth, ooh yeah

Overall Meaning

The song “No Option,” by Post Malone, is a braggadocious and swaggering rap ballad that celebrates the artist’s rise to fame and success. The lyrics reflect the confidence and self-assuredness that often characterizes rap music, with Post Malone boasting about his wealth, lifestyle, and popularity. The opening lines of the song, “Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'/Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'” set the tone for the rest of the track, emphasizing Post’s outwardly impressive appearance and status.


However, the chorus of the song presents a slightly different message, as Post reveals that he doesn’t necessarily enjoy the pressure that comes with fame and fortune. He sings, “Don't wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option,” suggesting that he has to maintain his high status to avoid disappointing his fans and detractors. This theme of feeling trapped by success is echoed in the verses, as Post describes a life of constant partying, drug use, and expensive purchases, but also hints at underlying feelings of loneliness and emptiness. Ultimately, “No Option” is a complex and nuanced reflection on the ups and downs of fame, and the challenge of staying true to oneself while dealing with the pressures of success.


Line by Line Meaning

Ho, I look so clean and them motherfuckers just talkin'
I look good and other people are just talking about me.


Show up at the spot and now everyone, they all watchin'
When I'm around, everyone is watching me.


Don't wanna prove you wrong but, shit, you leave me with no option, yeah, yeah
I don't want to prove you wrong, but you leave me with no choice.


Everybody asking, "Post, when is the album droppin'?"
Everyone is asking me when my album is coming out.


Ever since the very first day at it, I been poppin'
I've been popular since day one of my career.


Ooh, swingin' in a four door, now they takin' photos
People are taking pictures of me in my four-door car.


Bottles, we need more of those, ooh
We need more bottles to keep the party going.


Say she been to every show, yeah, even on the road
She's been to every one of my shows, even when I'm on the road.


And she always be in front row, ooh yeah
She always sits in the front row at my shows.


Everything that I worked for, waited so long to get on
I worked hard and waited a long time to become successful.


The Caddy just sits on the chrome
My Cadillac car is shining because it's on chrome wheels.


I swing through on dubs on the four
I drive around in my four-door car with 20-inch wheels.


Baby, wanna get in this S-Class (S-Class)
A woman wants to get into my Mercedes S-Class car.


Little mama, she just wanna go fast (go fast)
She wants to drive fast in my car.


You know, baby, you don't get a free pass (free pass)
She can't ride in my car for free.


So I told her, "Ass, gas or grass"
I told her she needs to pay in cash, gas, or weed to ride in my car.


Rolex with the diamonds keep me shinin'
I'm wearing a Rolex watch with diamonds on it and I look good.


Gotta have perfect timing when I'm ridin'
I need to be on time when I'm driving around.


Brand new Aston Martin with no mileage
I have a new Aston Martin car with no miles on it.


Just me and lil' mama, yeah
I'm with a woman and we're having a good time together.


Ridin' around LA
We're driving around Los Angeles, having fun.


We own the city, yeah
We feel like we own the city because we're having so much fun.


So come hop in that, ooh
Come and get in my car.


What do you wanna do?
What do you want to do while we're in the car?


Put that dime in my coupe
Give me some money to ride in my car.


With that gold on my tooth, ooh yeah
I have a gold tooth and I look good.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Austin Richard Post, Christopher Arthur Rude, Idan Kalai, Justin Beiber, Louis Bell, Michael John Dewey Hancock, Michael Taylor McGinnis, Trocon Markous Roberts

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